TreePupWriter

Her hands clutch the cell phone and
fiddle with the corners of the case.
Feet fidgeting under the desk, stuffed into socks and shiny flats.

She did not ask her phone to bring her an orchestra,

I still need to learn that I am not the very worst.
That I am not the only one with actions to regret.
That people don't walk by me thinking, She must have been cursed.

I was fearless. Untouchable. Knew who I was. What I wanted.
“Life is hard”? Yeah, maybe for
some but
not for me.
I had it all figured out.

There wasn’t much I needed to wish for, but the act of it was fun.

please don’t be afraid to paint your nails.

please don't teach yourself to shudder at
the time it takes to dry
because you've decided it's a crime
to be temporarily unavailable; please don't

cower at the notion

Partly inspired by my phone because that's where I started writing it and I copied a lot of the "line breaks" that came from the smaller screen.

I forgot the tree in my yard bloomed so beautifully,

Sometimes as I
wait for sleep to come,
I pack up my thoughts and drop them into
other people's bedrooms--
friends, family, the kid I sat behind in class

I try to picture them in bed
Curled up? Lying flat?