The first weekend of June we headed for the Como Zoo and Conservatory, in St. Paul. We went to see butterflies and flowers, which we did. But it isn’t images of butterflies I keep seeing at night. Instead, it is a person I keep seeing.<\/p>\n
She was thin,
\nmuch too thin…
\nHer face was older than her age,
\nThin blond hair,
\nstraight and shoulder length
\nShorts and tank-top,
\nbasic denim and pastels
\nPainted nails,
\nfeet and hands a midnight blue
\nAnd scars.
\nOn her right arm,
\npatterns and shapes,
\nOn her left arm,
\nlines of various widths
\nScars.
\nThey burned into my eyes,
\nLike looking into bright lights
\neverywhere I looked
\nI saw her scars
\nI wanted to talk to her,
\nto ask her questions
\nIs it feeling too much
\nor feeling too little
\nThat makes us want pain?
\nShe was familiar,
\nthis random stranger
\nWith her scars
\nAnd I keep seeing her,
\nwondering about her
\nShe will be alright,
\nI tell myself
\nPerfectionism gone awry?
\nAnger kept silent?
\nPain beyond words?
\nOr simply scars…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The first weekend of June we headed for the Como Zoo and Conservatory, in St. Paul. We went to see butterflies and flowers, which we did. But it isn’t images of butterflies I keep seeing at night. Instead, it is a person I keep seeing. She was thin, much too…<\/p>\n