pink ink scrawled on torn-out notebook paper

Top Gun soundtrack and

peanut butter m&m's and

writing poetry for my friends on

torn-out sheets of notebook paper, scrawling

the verses in pink ink that

reminds me of fairy wings and

silly notes with i's dotted with hearts and

the stars we can't always see but

are always there;

I can't take my self seriously

writing with that pen, but

there's a chance it will one day

be paper mâchéd into wings that lift us

above the filler paper we're stamped upon, and

maybe today wasn't so bad

after all.