Calico Frost

They dine upon marble platters, their feet draped in velvet thread,

While we dwell in the slums, substituting bread with insects instead.

They laugh over champagne, heels clacking on polished stone,

the air tastes like honey and promise 

sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine 

and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet 

the sky drips blue 

stretching wider every afternoon 

When I got home

After those two days

Passed by much too fast

And then they were gone

And I was changed forever

When I got home

I remember

I cried and cried and cried

From longing

Some call it “just kicking a ball”

but I call it

a part of my soul,

my heart.

A part of 

who I am.

On the field,

Here's the key 

To surviving the bumblebee:

First,

Never put that left index finger down on the C

When you see a D right after - it will slow you down

And the goal is

As fast as you can go

Wishing I could,

stuck with I can’t

because of nerves

that refuse to say goodbye.

Heart is obsessed,

mind is stressed,

with my heart

yelling at my mind,

and my mind