NiñaEstrella

Stroke
      Across the page, ink
            F  l  o  w  i  n  g
Stroke
       On my nose,

                                                    the world

home is a cold bowl of chocolate pudding
home is a soft blanket on a cold night
home is the sand on the beach of dreams
home is hot pavement underneath a rainbow
home is this revolving every-changing planet

the ice is frozen on the surface
but inside is a swirling storm of secrets
my face is a crypt of frozen laughter
but inside are the questions of the world
as my hair dances on my shoulders 
I look down and the ground is 

Can I rest a moment?
Here, there, in this blank white space that is everything and everywhere
Can I put my head upon a forest of feathers and dream of something
Besides the horror that is sometimes my days

To the girl with the blond hair
Let's be honest.
We're not best friends.
I don't want to be the person you are.
But I can ride the bus with you
And laugh with you because let's be honest