I took a selfie today, on the swing
For some reason I've been taking them all week
Bored at the grocery store
No motivation in my room
A smile,
constantly displaying my bulging acne,
like little polka dots
marring my-
Smile a little strained,
Unable to release or
FAKE
Just no
I-

I took a selfie today, on the swing
The swing obviously more suitable for my ten year old brother
Left behind by one of the previous occupants
Quite low to the ground,
Meant for children                        Not
a teenager searching for an escape
Making a fool of herself
Back and forth              back and forth                    back and-

I took a selfie today, on the swing
And it's the prettiest I'd ever been
Because I didn't care anymore,
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Hello again
How are you?
Thanks for meeting me again
It feels like old times
Thanks for inviting me back into your life
Thanks for showing me your new self
I'm glad I was able to show you mine
I'm glad we were able to laugh like old times
When it was just you making fun of me
When it was me sending sarcasm your way
When we pushed all the bad demons away
To be dumb and young together
Before we diverge into the big bad world

A crowd slowly creeping in
Flocks of let loose nobody’s
Interested only in good times
Pretty woman
Sleek men
Beads cups potatoes and cabbage
Where every minute is a party
Thundering on every block
Horns of 18 wheelers
Floats lugged around
Marching bands of different calibers
Music weakening worries
Life couldn’t get better then that moment
For once a stranger is a neighbor
And what you don’t catch
Will surely be a laugh
As someone else gets pelted
Kisses from women having fun
Men try to loosen the ladies
Flowers for kisses
Dance moves from grandma
And without a doubt
The kiddos have more then enough to do
Throw me sumthin mista
Throw me sumthin sista
An echo of calls
Hungry for more fun

It's simple
a spool of thread
a "giant swallow"
a field
and you have a wonderful
childhood.

...if nothing else.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXC)


Turns out I shoulda said lo, "shamrock" hence
Was it?  Aw, dearest me, how that detail
Called "leprechauns" had far more 'ppeal; and stale
As donning green to match me ein's green sense
Of hazel, la dee dah! the Duchess thence
Defined all in a darker pine tone's scale
'Til guess I lose for all I've Irish.  They'll
Not even care twas Barry's Tea fr'intents.
And I wore purple too, and blue, as poor
From thereon out that I donned green's fine hue.
O laugh at me!  I wanted violets too--
Tae go a huntin' fer them damsels we're
Sae sure to miss, hid e'er in shadows.  You're
Not pinked I tried to curtsy now, are you?

19Mar19c