Dedicated to Rachel
Little feet, giblet teeth,75 pound head
The shivers you got when I put my cold feet on your legs in your moms bed
The days we spend short of breath finding embarrassing stories to tell
The bus rides we’ve spent discussing how Brossette’s feet resemble Christine’s smell
The comments, the stalkers, the milk you and Hannah have shared
I wouldn’t want anything else, like it could get better out there
I wouldn’t change a single thing, you wouldn’t change your mind
Never a better friend could I want, never better could I find
(December 7,2008/11: 06/Computer Room)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem