Writing

I've been asked a lot,

If you had one wish what would you wish for?

Blowing out candles on a cake,

What did you wish for?

Blowing the seeds off a dandelion,

What did you wish for?

I wish 

Some call it “just kicking a ball”

but I call it

a part of my soul,

my heart.

A part of 

who I am.

On the field,

Beautifully complex

Yet seemingly simple

It flows from fingers and mouths

It flows from metal and wood

It floats on the breeze

Swaying the leaves in the trees

A bow on a string

Excellent grades.

Excellent sports records

Excellent leadership qualities.

Excellent personality.

The list goes on and on...

They expect us to be superhuman.

They need us to know what we 

your birthday was halo-lit nights and cigarettes in sugar cakes—

melted icing smeared over the tips of flames snuffed out in the dark.

you asked for a songbird, said your lungs were burnt with apocalypse dust

I was once a girl in love with a flower, 

delicate and soft. 

So I picked this flower and brought it home, 

deciding it was better off with me. 

If only I knew calamity would follow