QueenBee

Shattered moments

Gathering in my mind

Like when we went blueberry picking

And gave up on it

Because there were only a few ripe ones

And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good 

I close the windows

Lock the doors

Turn off the lights

I don’t ever want to leave this room.

I am tired of drowning

In a world

That has never prepared me to swim.

There are ten days left until the first day of my freshman year,

And I am fearful.

Fearful of drowning under the thrashing waves,

For I have been taught to survive 

but never to truly live.

The island on wheels in the middle of our kitchen still smells new on the inside

If you've ever put your nose right up against an old plank of wood, you'd know the smell--that, and Styrofoam painted blue

you get a line & i'll get a pole

honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get

your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get

your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,

I saw a photo of myself from freshman year

I didn’t love how I looked, cringed at it—a knee-jerk reaction to my ugly, green shoelaces—but not necessarily just because of my physical appearance