"Little Lady" by: Khushboo Patel -- Handler's Choice

i don’t want to be small anymore

i don’t

open your mouth and remind me that i am here

i am not hidden in the valley

i am standing beside you

blueberry juice running down my face

blueberry flesh between my fingers

i am made of oak and wine

a drunken reminder of hollowed out wood

i once was the morning sunlight

chasing fresh dew on wildflower leaves

i am no longer here

i am small