AvaClaire

I want to apologize to valentines flowers.
sprouted somewhere with sun and sky
chopped into clumps and lugged into the snow
I did find you a vase, clean and sturdy
but you sit confused
elbows leaning against the glass

the entire world is melting
and the roads winter hid 
are now rolling out in patterns under my car tires.
they pull me towards the ditches,
running with the blood of winter snow.

the entire world is falling apart

Fifth-grade recess was a time of discovery. All around me, the bustling playground broke into groups; it was war, and we were picking sides. The self-appointed cool kids walked around while the stragglers followed.

I don't want to be invisible
I already see too much
I don't want to be telepathic
I already know too much
I don't want any money
or clothes or pillows or goldfish
it is hard enough to dust as it is.

Please come sit at our table
among our bland, overused voices
so we can twist you between excited fingers
and let you
spin
      and spin
            and spin
watching in amazement