NiñaEstrella

Why does the color
Pink
make me want to soft
ly blink
And wrap 
Myself up
With a warm
Winter cup
Of hot cocoa,
Oh yum,
With my sweet
Loving mum.

 

It's nice to be missed.
To lie here on the blue couch with the white pillows,
Coughing and resting my tired eyes,
And know that someone out there in that place where I go
Every
Day
Misses me.
It makes me feel bad

Myself
When I am real
Is bubbles being blown into the wind and carried away
Is real laughter that doesn't stop until my face gets red
Is the thought that if the world was flat we would walk onward until we couldn't walk anymore

I wonder who we see when we blink
Someone waving at us from the curvature of our pupil
I wonder why it's hot when I itch my ear
And then it just gets more itchy
I wonder where the universe is in a universe of universes

strawberry of
fruit of life
of circles of wondering of
redness of
flat curves 
of the color
of ripening mango of
the cotton curtains drawn on a sticky, sweltering day of
love and tiredness