Things to say

I am not one for secrets
a love of life with lies
is a lonely game
of fraying string
and dusty blue eyes
Scissors are for construction paper rockets
shatter glassy faced ceilings
burning buildings
ash drifting slowly to the ground
somedays the sun
green and black
against the slippery earth
falls upward and
tangos with stars
I am not one for silence
I am boiling ink and paper
I am strong
I am reslilient
I am here