OverTheRainbow

Lilly is a weird human being

In a world filled with fake smiles and greetings 

Her genuine smile seems out of place

Little red leaves organize scattered on the ground in geometric patterns we fail to recognize

Except me, of course.

I love fall more that I love myself

"Don't murder the flow, the stream, the book, or the poet."

TWO GIRLS sit on the slanted rooftop of 
a suburban house on the Amish hillside, 
ignoring the jargoning mosquitos 
buzzing around their heads and spectating the 

They show me their phones, little boxes with even tinier little boxes that you press on and it fills up the big box. My girl taps one of the tiny boxes, it's purple and white and orange and she calls it in-sta-gram.