Poetry

My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.

That is why befriended words and stage lights.

That is why I watch the details of the world

Remember the girl?

She’s in second grade,

Maybe

Blond brown curls

Blue green eyes.

She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence

Chipped green paint

As it turns out

humans always

always

learn the hard way,

can never take the safe route.

We're that stupid, yes

but without human stupidity we wouldn't know about the pineapple

The gears click

spin

twirl into place

the momentum of thousands of dreams

swinging

gliding

leaping

across the vast emptiness we call home.

The dreams

along with hopes

fears

A childhood obsession, sure.

That's how it started.

But it's all I am -

It's who I am -

It's the deepest

Truest

Version of myself I could possibly be.

The notebook.

Stats and tracking

I will not shave my legs

not because I am against it

but because being myself feels like my own act

of rebellion

I will not quiet down

let the world hear my pride and excitement

but I will not shout

When you get an eyelash in your eye

a wish will fall in with it

each one holds memories

stained with the makeup of your life

if the memory is tainted

with trauma, fear, or pain

The Glass Statue Girl

looks at the world with eyes of shards

moves through life like a river

her figure sluicing across paths of people

who see a clear accessory

The Glass Statue Girl

I can talk to myself forever

when there's no one else around and it's just me in my head

we have fun

I can do any topic you want, come on

pick a card

pick a card

pick a face

The door hums as it opens

I oiled it so it wouldn't creak on my entrance

no automated voice announces me

or where I am

or when

I built this ship of spare parts I collected

from people I knew

I remember

in third grade

we had a group chat

and everyone was talking to each other on their school emails -

this was back when the school hadn't removed G-chat yet -

and you were spamming the chat

What is it like

to have an equal

someone who is your other half of you

who you care for as much as you care for yourself, and more

who you would do anything for

who you would say