Looking at my shoes and the pavement as I make my way around the school
I play with centipedes, mud, trees, clouds, cats
I make friends with the security guard
I **** honey from the santana flowers
I dance while I mop the house
I have a sharp eye for fallen beads
I lick cookie dough from wooden spoons
I genuflect at the blessed sacrament
Pillowforts transform this holy place into a playground
I like to draw on post-its
I say ****