bumblebea

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 have a big mirror in my room

It stretches the length of me

Showing everything

Every morning I stand

Right in front of it

I see all my flaws

I see everything

That isn't perfect

Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.

I remember when I fell in love with eagles and oak trees, 
with green grass, warm summers, and fireworks. 

I fell in love with what now is brushwood for a fire 
that red white and blue decided to ignite. 

maybe one day i'll see you

at a class reunion 20 years in the future

you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels

your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light.