I want to doubt that you would be the one to hold me
When my cereal box ran out, and I found colorful characters
were not real
They could spend awhile on the moon drawing out defense lines
in glitter sand
waiting for us
He sold me a pinwheel while others were getting theirs for free
Mine was magical and I flew.
My bed started sinking and my feet jumped out to the cold floor
Sending morning chills up my spine
She has been around too much and still
Looking the part of a woman is confusing.
He begged me not to stay while most girls were getting one way tickets
I gladly obliged and opted for observation
of soon to be wilted flowers
Wilting flowers watering themselves tall and preening in glow of sunlight man
Dressing themselves in vibrant colors only to find they grew from a concrete crack
Whistling children not knowing about growth teetering off new two wheels
instead of four
crush the flower and bring it back to understanding the heart they used to
contain
The lips of the door kept mashing as my feet became blocks of ice
Ooops, I over-thought again and missed my chance because fear
told me to
If I do not get the part in the play, I know I am grounded
But if I still cry I will not deny the grasp of hands this time
I don't want to be cold,
no
My doubts have risen above the still there, heat.
I will embrace as I am in the mirror reflection
there, there
there, there
I will sit on the cinder-blocks watching your new house go up in construction
Hand poised under chin,
and the other is writing
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