Popcorn

(Inspired by Wallace Stevens's poem 'Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird', which is one of my favorites.)

Ⅰ

Among the deathly pale hills

Alice’s porcelain-white fingers,

stark against the chestnut wood of the door,

trembled

Don’t worry, my queen

No one is betraying you

Don’t worry, my queen

Nobody hates you

Don’t worry, my queen

Your subjects are loyal

I grew up in a world surrounded by love 

Hugs in the morning and kisses before bed

Fears shared out loud 

Tears wiped away by a warm hand

Walks among the trees every single weekend

Art filled my life

I have always had my definition of cool. In elementary school, I would hang out with the stereotypical cool kids. I played three sports, with my skills ranging from decent, to pretty good.