Dirty KneesA Poem by Kirsty WoodwardAnd the people from her past will wonder Why they haven’t seen her for a while. Why she hasn’t stumbled home fumbled with the keys Why she hasn’t greeted them in the morning Why they haven’t fallen into a drunk 2am political debate under a streetlight (because they loved to squeeze one out of her) but they’ll see the stains from her dirty paws imprints on the pavements and the old man with the old dog will remember her eight year old feet swinging in the sun on his front garden wall and he’ll remember her thirteen year old front flip off her bike outside his house where she split her chin open. but she’ll be somewhere looking for empty hearts cracks in the earth fire in the bellies of Bloodhounds, carrying a scar under her chin. © 2017 Kirsty WoodwardReviews
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