Lifetime DefinitionA Poem by Katherine ViceTell me about how your second toe is bigger than your first. Tell me about how you dance when no one is watching to keep the madness from crawling up your feet. Tell me about the night your grandma died. The first time you bent your knees to God without kneeling behind a cross. What about the dimples in your spine? Or the time you imprinted orchards in your lifelines from working too hard on your grandpa’s farm. When did you plant seeds inside your chinks, 'Cuz I've seen flowers bloom inside your chest. Or the time you nursed a woodpecker back to life? And she poked holes in your heart and that’s why it’s always spilling. Remember when you told me you believe the ringing in your ears is the remains from the big bang? What about your father’s crow’s feet, I want to be there to see them on your face fifty years from now. Tell me about every girl who’s ever gotten lost in the tide of your eyes. And how much time did it take to keep ‘em dry when they got scared and sailed back to shore? Tell about your body in one life or less. But leave room for me. ‘cuz I wanna navigate those waters. I wanna wrap my fingers around the waves in your hair like a hurricane, 'cuz babe, this is a tropical storm you ain't ever seen before. I wanna trace constellations on the roof of your mouth ‘cuz every time I look at you I see stars. I wanna steal glances the way we did across the barroom the night we met. On the nights when you think you've hit rock bottom, and then rock bottom falls through, I wanna be there to catch you. I wanna print the bible on your skin so I can be saved every time I hold you in my arms. I wanna pick out a s****y excuse for a house on the south side of town and build a home in it. I wanna be able to point it out and let everyone know that, “that is OUR place! that right there! and yes of course you can come in 'cuz we just got rid of the rats but careful 'cuz the door still sticks and we haven't had the time to fix it yet." I wanna sew a tape recorder to your lips so I don’t miss a single thing you say. I wanna paint my name with the path of your veins. And I've heard people say “Love is a dead end”. Well, I've never seen a dead end where you can’t go up. So when we get there, fashion stairs from my spine so you may climb just a little bit higher. And when you cross that line, don’t slow down, don’t get tired yet, babe, that’s the home stretch. So tell me about your body in one life or less, but leave room for me. So I can watch you dance to the tune of your feet, and I can plant my own seeds in your chest. And I know this is a lot to digest, but hey, we've got all the time in the world.© 2014 Katherine ViceReviews
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorKatherine ViceVAAboutKatherine. 16. She/Her. Disgruntled Teen, Aspiring Poet, and Professional Music Junkie. more..Writing
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