years grow between us
like poisonous mushrooms
that no one's allowed to pluck or cut open
we exchange hats like others do letters
and each bears more things to forget
as if my life spiraling wild in a hot air balloon
isn't enough
my gingerbread childhood
and the bittersweet leaving home
have your curls spread all over
your blood filling all the memory gaps
like the woman I find you growing inside me
has not bled enough