Rachel Ray was amazing
to the tot that watched
while grandparents talked
to the parent that brought me along

Sat hands in lap
on the living room floor
slowly arching back as each meal passed

We never made any recipe
though I'd thought a lot about it
and often wanted to

Can we be friends
Can't we just talk

So many clouds
no rain at all

I haven't seen the sun in days

My heart feels like plastic
I hate summer
I don't want it to end

She's angry
She's still talking happy

Asking about your plants
yes their still alive
I look over them
time to time

I hear the rain
miles away

I carry the wind
whispering inside

Run away
I'm not going to fight

Can we be friends

terrified
Of
opening my heart to you

Something might go wrong

It always does

trying to get closer to you

I'm waiting for the rain

I see the clouds

Not one
single drop
has fallen

What kind of non-human:
makes a bowl of oatmeal
adds chia and flax seeds
with a little bit of
light brown sugar
and eats it for breakfast?

What sort of creature:
packs a snack lunch
and eats it on a bench
before going to work?