if i was a doctor i would

tell you to cry more

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.