Steeped in the hours


we tiptoed through infinity


trying on each others' scars


as clumsy as me tripping


In my mother's too-big heels


bumbling in our infinity


we trip-toed through questions


we could never honestly answer


arms outstretched


the aftermath of a push


but always hoping for


the grasping


the answers in the inches


between us span the




another dishonest question.