Cereal was poured.
Milk spilt.


Toast crisp with golden opportunity.

I am sorry.
I am so sorry.

I wish I never burned you with chemicals
or tamed you straight.

It is wrong of me to grown at you every time I must look presentable.

It is only natural when I yell
as you fight back the comb.
And you have your revenge as you
break the teeth and handle.

I'm sorry I threaten to cut you off daily
and very sorry when I accidentally do.

That black ponytail holder has become a miracle for me,
but a nightmare for you.

It's just that you frustrate me.

I will give you more baths
as you fragile body allows.
And I will try not to hide you under hair that is not mine to have.
Just give me time.

I do not understand why you aren't welcome.
Yes, you might be a little rambunctious,
but what fun is life without it?

Your curls and naps aren't something I should hide.
You are a piece of me I'll embrace.

Because,*
I knew that one day
I could
save you.

If* I grow up, I want to be an astronaut.

Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior.


You have always loved me.

We live
in the
world, but
not of
the world.

i've heard that saying
many times.
and from experience
i do enjoy a sizable "D"
once in a while.
sometimes
you need a little excitement.

but i don't understand
why people are so
impressed.
you are just greater
than you
used to be.

bigger is always not better.

i prefer you small
and slender,
so my hand
can handle
the rate of
friction.

where when time
is on the
clock,
i know i can finish
you in time.

every line, of every written piece of work starts with you.

just because you are first
and larger than your
following letters,
does not give you the right
to always be present.

you dictate much more
than a person, place,
or thing.

when life gives you
lemons, you paint
that ****
gold.

"I am a ******."

*"Do you want to change that?"

want.
seek.
understand.
accept.
we are all
in this
together.