when I think of becoming or what I have become/
I remember/
the
girls
I grew up with/
at fourteen I shimmer and rattle/
we circle ea other like twin sharks & there’s
mermaid
tears in Abi’s conch pouch
where we keep our little mirrors/
I touch my hand to my heart/
when I think of becoming or what I have become/
I remember/
the girls I grew up with/
at fourteen I shimmer and rattle/
we circle ea other like twin sharks & there’s mermaid tears in Abi’s conch pouch
where we keep our little mirrors/
I touch my hand to my heart/
