Big Feelings
all feelings big then
at eight, at twelve
at eight, at twelve
pure longing caught
in a square
in a square
body, a nose
always running
always running
couldn't
sport around
too clumsy
for bats and bases
racquets and fuzzy
yellow balls
but not ballet
my chunk
of a girl body
at barre, en pointe
counted in french
sport around
too clumsy
for bats and bases
racquets and fuzzy
yellow balls
but not ballet
my chunk
of a girl body
at barre, en pointe
counted in french
like i was
somebody like
i could fly
