Reid@YWP

i befriended the monster today.

i didn't know that he was considered a monster,

most monsters are in storybooks,

they're big and hairy.

I know two different worlds

My little one in my little town with little problems

And the big one

With big problems

Everywhere else

When I want to join the big world

Be known there

I dream about you still,  
do you dream of me? 

It is no grand affair, these dreams 
not of your smile, your hands, your kindness 

your cruelty 

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

The fresh snow glistens.

Animal prints and sneakers.

Who has walked through here?

The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.

Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.