Here is a beautiful poem our friend Kristelle wrote.
These are the corners of my elbows
the edges of my knees,
Fringes are my Hips
And More Skin
And these are what parents call private parts
Yours are a bit simpler than mine
Eyelashes full of Secrets
worries tangled in a careless bun on the other side of my head
a mouth that ambition rests in
Private parts of mine
There isn’t a part you haven’t been
A story you won’t know
Kristelle sent Utts this song last week. Utts fell in love. Maggie has been listening to this since the summer of 2009.
Photo credit to Max Wanger