we took the interns to a Yankee game for team building and one of them got the ice cream in the little helmet, then went back for a second ice cream in the little helmet.
When it’s another’s hands putting your hair behind your ear, let them graze the words I left there
Like a metaphorical braille
Suddenly, you’re blinded again
Can I open my chest, my ribs?
Can you read me from the inside so I don’t have to say it myself?
Can you understand the words written across my heart?
They are in a language you don’t know I think.