Romy Saffron Szabo
A little forest animal,
that’s what you are.
Your eyes look
in all directions.
Your arms and legs move
in spurts.
Your fingers are long
and purple.
Your mouth opens in
unknown shapes.
At night I hear your
gasps and grunts.
You are not a monster,
You know nothing.
You do not love,
do not hate.
You do not give yet,
you receive.
And when you sleep,
everything stops.
And there is peace.
danielhszabo 