in the suburbs
people slow
way down
for
cracks in the road,
and in the suburbs
the dentist tells me i’m a long way from home.
and in the article i read a long time ago
they said
it takes half the time you’re with someone
to
get
over it.
but i protest - it’s not him -
it’s not him i’m getting over,
it’s my own ego and his ego
and our big shared projection,
but it’s time now
and
i wonder if my heart can take another
then i look and i see
korra, little korra,
tiny korra
at the entrance of the kitchen
pausing now
she sniffs the ground,
making sure it isn’t lava
and i wonder what it must be like to
be
so
small
but i think
if i really try
i know
it
all.