Poetry

Genesis,

Happy birthday

You would have been three a few days ago

(or, you did turn three then, wherever you are)

I used to know you

every little kink in your brain

how your eyes would flash when you were upset

and your glasses reflected your anger

you were an open book to me

and I can still read it - here's the hard part

Wanna know my truth?

No you don't

The world's a hard place but right now it feels so much harder

there's people actually hurting but I'm hurting too

fake hurting

fake fake fake

There's this random office building across the Cinemark downtown.
Sometimes, when I go there,
I'll watch a dumb movie at the theater,
Then tiptoe past glass windows of desk workers.

after i die,

i like to think

that someone will plant

a tree over my body.

couples will carve their

"everlasting" love

Oh science class

Sitting in our schoolish chairs

Trying to write a poem 

A poetic poem

And R. says

Right now

you just want to play in the snow

but your snow fort melted

your tunnel is gone

your snowsuit is caked with mud

the world is gray and dreary

and here comes springtime with the illusion of warmth

I am a thinker.

I think about big problems in the world and how to fix them.

Like climate change, evolution, the state of humanity as of now.

I write stuff down, half-finished thoughts scribbled, or typed on the page.

Everything I love

most in the world

many things - an

elemental

table of feeling - a

train to somewhere else.

I always try to be sunshine.

Happiness incarnate.

Funny and easygoing.

Helping my friends feel good.

Making sure nobody worries about me.

But sometimes I just want to escape it.

I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.

pressed into shapes I never liked.

Rolled and folded into the perfect form.

My face and body configured

to make me look appetizing.

There’s a place I want to live

And someone I want to love

I want to live in a place

So full of joy

That it fills me too

So full of people