for the kids

the fear of spiders and all things crawling - her

how i sleep, legs and arms all sprawling - him 

the way i peel my apples, one long and curling rope - her

the way i say forget it, smokey vices used to cope - him

my high tolerance for others and high tolerance for pain - her

my excitement for gloomy weather and the love i have for rain - him

the eyes, the skin, the bones, things I’ll have forever - both her and him 

in all these ways, i keep them still together - though it’s just a phantom limb