Traipsing (and other poems by Allison Riechman-Bennett)

By Alison Reicheman-Bennett | @alirichyb

Traipsing

I understood her pace

not

to be

traipsing

like the other at the house,

but

witty

and

wise,

following her feet

with her head.

While within plain view, you still seem to phase me.

Trying to grasp water without knowing of ice.

Glutton

I read books with the same desperation as a child warded off of sweets

It is a sweetness though that i forget i live to indulge in

Refusing it is similar to a half full breath

But bathing drains me all the same

Unmoving

find those who you plan on loving you

wrap them in your blanket of grief and admiration

and stand there unmoving

while they wrench and leave you marred

but

i think that me mended

means your happiness without grief