a child and a birthday suit
For my birthday we watched Moonrise Kingdom, and the innocent love of the young girl and boy made me so sad and alive at once. I remembered before I tried to be woman, tying knots in clover stems, bathing with my sister, sticking my tongue in kool-aid packets: innocent girl, tree green eyes, firefly hands.
Real love is when you see the child in me, see me crisscross apple sauce and offer your hands. Down, down baby. Down by the roller coaster. Sweet sweet baby, Mama never let you go.
Dance with me, if you’re my friend. Don’t buy me things; just dance. Talk poetry like a cheshire cat. Talk magical powers. Walk in the wardrobe. Feel the trees in the dark. Sing straight into your hairbrush.
After the movie, we found Eden, ignored good and evil. Sometimes I still remember how to walk naked with God.