Autobiography - R.P. Wood

I am a strand of your hair
Waking in my mouth

I am the first tree you ever climbed
The table you hid under
The pile of leaves you fell into
The soft places you curled up in

I am the smallest bone you ever broke
The hem just above your knee
The braces you hated
The teacher you loved

I am the freckles you gathered one summer
The pools of warm water
The bonfire on the beach
The so-many stars; your first dance

I have been your hand resting against my face
For as long as I can remember

Contributor's Note

R.P. Wood is a graduate student at the University of Waikato, studying History and English. He divides his time between tutoring, dissertating, and milling about.


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