Something about you makes me feel
frantic to tell you all my secrets
I want you to know all of me immediately
so we can build our relationship on fast forward.
sitting barefoot on the wet sidewalk and
staring at my bruised legs
I tilt my head like a pitcher to pour out the stories.
Iím not sure why youíd want to hear about
kissing boys behind the swingset
or sneaking cupcakes before snack time
or cutting Biology (once)
but the longer you donít say anything
the more I talk
4 September 2000