Private Parts

Here is a beautiful poem our friend Kristelle wrote.

Private Parts

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
Grow up?
Grow in.

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

About nosurefooting

Two Sarah Lawrence grads armed with their cameras, who have a penchant for making things pretty, following their eyes, following their hearts, even if they aren't always standing on their own two feet.
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3 Responses to Private Parts

  1. suvidapropia says:

    I do love me some Avett Bros.
    Beautiful beautiful poem!

  2. BIGNOSEBRO says:


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