01-14-2015, 02:07 AM
Giant first edit/Erthona
You would have loved my older brother.
He was tough but kind,
a giant at our school
and in my mind
I still see him with mother
stirring in the kitchen.
I used to sit on his giant bike,
the seat digging into my crotch
and my toes almost willing the ground
to rise up and meet them -
forever bouncing
from the ball of my left foot
to the ball of my right.
It's funny when I sit on it now,
knees pushed up
halfway to my cheeks,
I wonder how a giant ever rode it.
Giants
You would have loved my older brother.
He was tough, but kind;
a giant at our school
and in my mind
I still see him with mother,
stirring in the kitchen.
I used to sit on his giant bike,
the seat digging in my crotch
and my toes almost willing the ground
to rise up and meet them,
but bobbling really,
from the ball of my left foot
to the ball of my right.
It's funny, when I sit on it now,
knees pushed up
halfway to my cheeks,
I wonder how a giant ever rode it.
You would have loved my older brother.
He was tough but kind,
a giant at our school
and in my mind
I still see him with mother
stirring in the kitchen.
I used to sit on his giant bike,
the seat digging into my crotch
and my toes almost willing the ground
to rise up and meet them -
forever bouncing
from the ball of my left foot
to the ball of my right.
It's funny when I sit on it now,
knees pushed up
halfway to my cheeks,
I wonder how a giant ever rode it.
Giants
You would have loved my older brother.
He was tough, but kind;
a giant at our school
and in my mind
I still see him with mother,
stirring in the kitchen.
I used to sit on his giant bike,
the seat digging in my crotch
and my toes almost willing the ground
to rise up and meet them,
but bobbling really,
from the ball of my left foot
to the ball of my right.
It's funny, when I sit on it now,
knees pushed up
halfway to my cheeks,
I wonder how a giant ever rode it.