Lexi wanted a poem out of curiosity, and because it’s fun to get writing addressed for you. I couldn’t agree more. She wanted me to use the word “growing.”

For: Lexi

Mid-sentence, caught ankle deep in grout
but unblushing, these tides have been lowered by sheer will
For every falsehood unraveled, an inch has gone
Neighborly villains are the most common kind and 
when you’ve been tricked enough, there’s no room for magic 
What I’ve done to shrug pretty off my neck goes with me, one day
Growing tired of the prolonged reveal,
see the wolves before they don sheep's clothing 
Drew my clever tongue in the image of my enemies, long gone
Stones weighing down champagne silk, pure grit finds its way to shore

From: Maya