Coco

Mrs. Craywood

her curls needed cutting

instead she dyed them black

she could have washed her face

but she brushed on dark eye shadow

to hide her eyes

she used to think they were

pretty.

I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though.