tufts

tufts,
like feathers,
atop your head.
they grow and

you grow.

you remind me of your father
when you are sleeping,
or perhaps he reminds me of you?
i am not sure which, for i
have known you both, it seems, from the very first

sun
on the face of the deep
heartbeat
within the womb
bird
alight against the blue

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Author: Lindsey Cornett

A Florida girl navigating life in Michigan // learning to trade perfectionism for freedom with an iced coffee in hand

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