maelynslavik

I look at myself in the mirror,

Seeing every little detail of myself:

The eyes that have learned to seek creativity,

The mouth that has learned to leak laughter,

I trace my fingertips over my skin,

Imagining everything going on within it:

Each little protein being made,

Each cell passing through my bloodstream.

Every strand of DNA is coiled up,

Making me up,

Numbers:

Simple little things,

Tiny scratches on paper,

Spelling out equations,

Formulas to the universe.

I open my eyes, 

Seeing a barely knit community, 

Everyone ignoring those who they pass, 

Going only to those they relate to, 

Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath.  It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning.  The branches were f

I click open a google doc,

The colorful plus seeming so freeing,

The blank page being so full of possibilities,

So free of rules.