Writing

When I am trying to fall asleep

You are all I think about

Aside from the lights flickering and the washing machine humming

Nothing can take my mind off of thoughts of

Secret kisses and

Falling asleep on your chest

Holy sun

Engulf me

Charm me

Along with the wings of those who burned before mine

Burnt feathers

And curiosity

Always smell of a man who wanted

More.

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.