To the girl I will one day be.
I hope sunlight dapples your face and your hands are no
longer cold I hope there is no blood at the back of your
I hope your voice is steady when you talk on the
phone or when you tell someone you love them.
I hope you no longer feel the need to wash your hands
so often or tap your feet on the pavement two or four
or subdivide your day into swallowable segments
which won’t make you feel sick
or like you should peel away your layers of lying skin.
I hope the world tastes good in your mouth: sweet cherries,
green tea, those peaches we ate on the summer’s day walk.
I hope the soft imprint of your body in my bed
I hope you look in the mirror and see someone you love.