Poetry

As girls we’re taught many things at a young age. 

We’re taught what’s considered “ladylike,” and what’s not, 

Keeping us in line to better fit society's mold.

I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of

sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green

marsh I call (uselessly) 

home.

My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices

saying

Half winter, half spring. 
It's like the seasons were cut in half 
Severed at its ends 
Last year, winter 
was freezing cold. 
Like how it 
should be. 
This year, it's 

…

Happiness is a cup of tea

Steeped to bitter perfection
 

It is humming along to a favorite melody

Slightly off key (as usual)

Happiness is a sad smile

Shared with an old friend
 

Half a turkey burger

add cheese

I want salad and fries

plus ketchup

and a cup of buttered noodles

because why should I have to choose

are you writing this down?

A drink, yes

the robins outside my window don't care if it is sunny or snowing. we have passed the 20th and their wings are made of maple sugar & time.

High of fifty four degrees

That was yesterday

T shirt skiing and I packed shorts

In the bottom of my backpack

High of twenty seven

That’s today

Maybe a t shirt

Later

But I walked to the mailbox

I never really realized how accents can change things 

Cus he had an Australian accent and I could not see any flaws

Cus I met him yesterday at a college visit

Cus I was a part of his tour group for less than an hour

Give me something to wish for

Hhhf—

Something to wish for.

I go about every day of my life

Like there's nothing to look forward to

Because there's no end

To my misery

I look in the mirror 

Like any girl my age

But I'm repulsed in horror 

At what is on stage

I look at those numbers 

Wait for them to go down again 

114, 113, 112

Formerly titled "An Ode to A Wasteland"