Popcorn

I don't know why I texted you

Spontaneously last night. 

Usually I set up some elaborate plan, 

So I can do everything right. 

You're failing school, 

Well guess what?—So am I,

I dreamed 

I was the sun 

over the shimmering sea 

illuminating everything 

perfectly 

No one would know this now 

From the way I suck up words 

Books done in one sleepless night 

It seems I've been reading my whole life 

But in third grade 

I don't have a favorite word, 

And I used to think I liked them all. 

But my whole body starts to fall, 

At the small whisper of why. 

Why are you crying?

Why do you hide?