M. Hank

Yesterday I took a moment outside the cafe 

And watched people walking by 

You would think upon seeing me 

Tea in hand 

I was at peace 

And you are right 

The piano 

Twirling through the air, 

The lyrics I hummed to 

With my grandma, my aunt, 

My mom, 

April, my admiral, 

lighten my wings with your shrill whistle, 

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

When I come home from school

and my parents ask how my day was

my answer is almost always

"Irritating"

or

"Bad"

or

"A pain in the butt".

Why?

Because my classmates will

scream