For the Likes of Me!

 

He broke his stride for me

He threw me a rope

I

threw a rock

at his head

 

He was generous

It was his nature

 

I pushed (ahead)

I fought

 

I unbraided

the hair,

the hair

that was arranged hair by hair for me

 

I tore

at the clothes

so precisely sewn-

the fabric of life

I tore out

its eyes

I gouged them my doll

Pretty doll

my eyes

me

I fought

I screamed

I pushed

I ran, I ran,

and then I ran far away

and then I

hopped left

when he went right

 

I was taken aback

when he

leaned in

(Just) why

would He do it?

 

(For the likes

of me.)

He stayed.