Stargirl

Tomorrow was like peeling an orange, I
removed the skin and exposed the bright
fragrant inside, pulled it apart and
let the sections burst between my teeth...

Yesterday will be like colored pencils, 

Dear YWP, 

From the bottom of my heart, 
Thank you.
Again.

If I were the sky
I'd wreathe myslef in crumbling sunsets
every night.
So that even the people
who'd lived through the worst day
would have something to smile at.

If I were a color
I'd be changing constantly.

I wish i could go
to a place beyond time.

where everything is nothing, but nothing
is not neccessarily everything.
where blue is orange, and
you can shatter the air, 
use the pieces to weave roses, 

My aunt
in her red chicken apron and saltpepper hair, she
hums and sashayes through her huge kitchen, 
baking up a storm.
"Retirement, baby!", 
she tells me as
she waltzes with a pan of cinnamon buns.