Writing

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

As I sped down the mountain, the wind sliced across my face like a dagger. It hooted at me as if to warn me of the danger ahead. If I had known what was to happen that day; I would have listened to the wind.

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