Maine, Alaska, or Hawaii? (or: I Didn’t, But I Don’t Know Why I Didn’t)
There’s…
this girl…
That I…
Almost…
Loved.
She’s all shine;
Covering of mud.
Dirt under fingernails;
Till’d earth
For the flowers-
“Why aren’t dandelions flowers?”
“There’s room for
All of the pretty blossoms.”-
I don’t know if she
Tries to make herself
Less beautiful,
Or if she doesn’t
Think that she is,
Or if she doesn’t
Believe she deserves to be.
She’s often found in the
Corner- making herself
-And I always tried to tell her
Not to make herself small.
She always apologized
Too much. Didn’t want to
Take up too much space;
Didn’t mean to get in
Your face; didn’t ever think that
She might never be
Replaceable.
She’s just always felt
Replaceable.
She’s…
Swing sets
In autumn.
A map of the
United States;
Six spaces,
Unchecked;
Six colors,
Yet to be chosen.
Six points,
Like dots,
Bridging the gaps
Between where
She has been,
And where
She is going.
Perforated; please detach
Along the dotted line.
Proliferated; please take
It back one more time.
Predicated; it’s worth
More if you call it “mine”.
Punctuated; please take note
Of how she’ll empathize
This point;
This one:
Right here.
That what she is doing now is
All that she knows how.
She doesn’t know where
She’ll end up.
Or what she’ll end up
Doing. Who’ll end up
Doing it with her.
But for now,
I like to think that she’s
Happy. That, during certain
Points of the day,
She finds herself smiling,
With no actual
Reason behind it;
