From My, My, My, My, My by Tara Hardy
Take that thing that happened. To you.
Open it like a concealed rose. Hold it up
to the nose of someone else. Let them
tell you that you still smell sweet. So
sweet. Let that person who loves you pluck
petals out of the gully of your wound. Let
her shave them into points and sail them
back into your heart like paper airplanes.
My little man from years ago and I made paper airplanes together often. I recently purchased small paper airplane temporary tattoos from Spirit Ink as a way to honor him, recently turned ten years old. And now they can have an extra special meaning.
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