just let me be
the clouds and
i might rain on
whoever I
please

so much depends
upon

the simple school
grade

dashed with red
marks

beside my limp
fingers

I would like to
go to that place
where you are
in the sun, where
we are maybe like souls
without bodies
stolen in the wind

There are so many things
we do not perceive, but the
knowledge of this blooms
in my heart with fresh
water veins

My face is
a common
misconception

There was too
much hope in
that brownie
with the single
candle but I
wished on it

anyway

All drafts
too many

edits

He said I was an
Arnold Palmer
but there is too
much lemonade
in my bones.

Her hair is
molasses on
the table

Almond Roca in the winter
the trees smell like sun and
the floors are heated, maybe
the swell of ******* under a
red plaid robe, we both have
tear dimpled faces but cider
the cider smells good in this
house, in these mugs on the
table, this morning is like

syrup

I hid in
my hair
today, let
my fingers fence me in
his voice was so nice
but I still said no thanks
and turned my head
you can be in our group
you can be in our group
you can be in our group
you can be in our group

I don't have time for these water regrets
and I've troubled those seas with my weary
old nets

A little girl
inside of me
cannot make
friends and
she still hides
now and then

I want to
taste that
kind of
happiness

I see
angry people
everywhere

Drives a part of me mad
thinking about that bunk
bed soaked in my perfume
how you ******* her, midst
my hairbands

I hate you because
I meekly sought
your comfort in
the theater, telling
you I still loved him
and you went and
fell in love with him
too

Dreamed about you
last night, I hid in the
sunflowers against an
old white house and
you came to find me

A stone foot down
and there I was,
In the dust

I would burst for you
effloresce on the spot
a kingfisher at heart
honest as the morning
pick any tree for me
I will be that sunbeam
phenomena in between
the pistachio branches

Little things
my dad does,
today he put
a new tooth
brush by my
sink after I
carelessly
mentioned
wanting new
things

Occasionally they
ask me why we
are so different

I want to help
the ones who
hurt

I wish someone
would sketch
me in, a sienna
thought with
cornflower blue
edges, during
coffee, chai tea
and bagels.

Would you believe it
if I told you I used to
watch him sleep, and
in the mornings I would
rub the tile outside the
door so it would be warm
and although I felt sick
I cradled his head in my
lap on the way home
I actually felt better after
we slept on the air mattress
but am I to assume that
that was a false happiness?

I once thought
I could be clean
by scrubbing,too