I always want to have thin ankles.
Claudia’s thick ankles
Thump on up the stairs
Reminding me of her face
I fear she will
Turn toward me again.
I try to blend into the marble stairwell,
Though we walk to the same class.
I student, she teacher.
I directee, she guide of my soul.
Thin, I still control my soul
And fade into the shadows.