can we start over?
this time with asterisks next to our names-
our flawed souls with footnotes
marked at the bottom of the page-
notes outlining the ins and outs
of our deepest fear and dreams.
if I could see myself through your eyes,
and you could see yourself through mine,
those footnotes wouldn’t be flaws at all-
they’d be beautiful descriptions of
humans who hold the world at their fingertips.