Writing

Combine in a large metal mixing bowl:

One wooden spoon or ladle, tucked underneath your pillows

before bed. One pair of old pajamas turned inside out

(backwards may be substituted.)

I used to curse the snow

used to fight every tradition about snow days

in denial

I would wake up early and get ready like I could

prevent it from happening

well the snow still fell

the roads still closed

I was made of fire 

before the roses blessed me

I was made impure 

before purity chose me like

I was some kind of tortured angel

I used to be bad

the worst

Okay. So I asked my sister for three words to write about, and she said "Apples, bananas, and chickens." Well, this is my story about apples, bananas, and chickens.

I wish they knew

How hard we try

From what I remember, it was born growing.

It was born hot, expanding, glowing,

and the people were made of gold 

and of fire.

And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,