Reid@YWP

if feelings are fluid then so is

the way you run your hands through your hair halfway out of your braid

your breath against my neck since you don't want others to hear

the statue of liberty was brown once, an unprepared American girl blistering in the sun as if our Constitution has torn sharp green papercuts into her skin. 

Spring is blooming 

around me, 

the trees flushing pink, 

the wildflower-shaped freckles 

scattered throughout the grass 

growing darker, brighter 

with the sun; 

Lying awake at midnight, watching as each blade of the fan spins around, one by one. My bed absorbs me as I think, "hey, maybe I should write something".

I don't believe in leaves in March

but here I am, showered full to bursting in May's nakedness

I didn't believe, but I knew the truth, they would come.

I rage,

I weep,

Raincoat like the petals of a sunflower hangs to her knees

Glittery rainbow headband

That only keeps half her hair back

Shiny pink nails

Strawberry boots

Shy smile that makes you feel lucky you got to see it