“It only looks high up because your head is at the top of your body”

I told you while we held hands,

Standing two-thousand-feet from land.

This was before the braces

Fixed your buck teeth 

And you grew to six-two.

This was when we wore matching onesies,

And before we wore shoes. 

When we stood in solidarity, 

On 3000-degree-Arizona-concrete 

To confront Neighbor-The-Bike-Thief.

When we took turns stepping on anthills

And in dog-doo. 

When we played hide-n-seek, 

And the door shattered,

And the metal bar bloodied your head

And my bare feet got shredded.

Safe and sound. You and me.

Head high. Not touching the ground.