I remember you
blonde
and virginal
innocent of everything
that we cling to today
bookish brunette
running, stumbling to keep up
I wanted everything you had
and shunned the stigma
of the smart girl
now
we live in boxes
we live in bottles leaking
some kind of essence, we hope.
stain me blonde with your
vitality, burn my scalp with
opinions voiced...
and you buy boxes
of quiet courage, precious insight
at the store.
