You look different.
I know it's you but when did that become your face?
I mean, don’t misunderstand me, I like it.
But I cannot erase the image of what I once thought you looked like,
so every time, I am jarred, you know, surprised.
Let me tell you what everyone thought you’d look like.
open lips ready to laugh
and feet that can’t be shifted
and a head that can’t be turned.
Let me tell you what I thought you’d look like.
and dark red lips
and a hard tongue that knows exactly what to say,
hands that know exactly what to do.
And you’d be just like that
So I am surprised every time that I see who you are.
You look like this.
Searching eyes and moving lips
that say exactly what you mean
and shoulders that will never be hunched again
and hips that move front to back, side to side, and around.
And man, when that song comes on,
you, baby girl, can’t help yourself.
And here you are
clawing for freedom again,
Rabid ass don’t like to sit down.
That little shy thing you used to be would never believe it.
And goddammit! She’d smile knowing reality can be just as wild as the imagination.