My thoughts spilling
Into the hands and mouths of others
A scattered page,
Like a loose bolt
Letting the red apples clutter the concrete
With tiny shards of peel.

No sense of place
The scraps are allocated
By the severity of the stain they leave behind.

I wander through wet and murky streets
Clouded over by years of regret,
In order to pick them up.  

Some are forgotten
Others are mistaken for another’s when truly they were my own
Or vis-versa.

And I fight for every bit
Chew my teeth out arguing.

The trail grows cold the further back I fumble
How many times has the tea stain been spent?
How many years should I waste and lament
Actions I have no control over.

At least someone else is happy.

Fruit pizza
I’m eight years old
Running around the house with a cape tied around my neck
Ingredients:
Sugar cookie dough
Strawberry cream cheese frosting
Sliced fruit of choice
My teddy bear’s name is Kate, after baby Kate from Arthur
We had to stop watching that show because my sister started acting like D.W
I told Kate everything because she was the best at keeping secrets
I didn’t realise she couldn’t talk back to me
Preheat oven to 350
Eat cookie dough because no matter what mom says, it’s not really going to **** you
Spread cookie dough evenly on a pizza pan
As the youngest of seven loud siblings of various ages, I had to learn at a young age how to be heard
I can yell with the best of them, but you would never know given my quiet tendencies today
I still haven’t completely grown up yet
In my mind, I’m still that little girl who read picture books and made up games like hurricane and the tripping machine
Let cookie cool
Wash fruit and slice it neatly
In my mind, I am still the little girl who did things because she wanted to and therefore got put in time out a lot
Spread strawberry cream cheese frosting on cookie
In my mind, I am still protected by the shelter of my parents
In my mind, Kate can still talk
Place fruit in a circular pattern on the frosted cookie
Cut into even pieces
I’m eight years old
Fruit pizza.