Ananya-my cousin

Her eyes are like the
bark
of the darkest pine tree
cramped in a circle
cut like a jewel

Her teeth like 20 pearls
when she smiles her dimples
cut through her porcleain skin

Her hair is like the sky on a rain night
pitch black

Hanging on the monkey
bars
five feet
above the dusty floor

the paint peeled off the
monkey bars the layers of
red
blue
green

re-painted over
and over again
the wind shispering

in our ears
the swing set old and rusty
screeching in our memories