Mold

July 20, 2005

stroke of impatience
stroke of genius

I am finally settling
            into the person
			you crafted me
with great care
and jealousy

great precision
////settling//into//you/////
////settling//into//you/////

that’s what you want
isn’t it?

puzzle pieces fill me
and that’s all they are

these creases in my smile
lined by the jigsaw

not a star
not a sky

trailing in your delight
I envy that smile
            smile more


prickly sensations
behind my eyes

so true so blue
to be like you

so not me
but the me you want
me to be