I walked my bike
Up before the gaze of imposing mountains,
And up beneath the navy canopy of twinkling stars.
I wanted to lie beneath those stars with you,
In the dirt,
To laugh and love together,
Looking up at the universe,
Which had told you we could neither laugh
A drivers license in my pocket
Bike pedals at my feet
Crisp blue air above
Red, yellow, orange blur together, beside me.
The colors of Fall
Neatly line old curving avenues
Reminding me that there is order and beauty
And beauty in order
In this crazy world of ups and downs.
I once devoured
A thousand meals a day
To make up for
17 years of hunger.
To only find one
A thousand shades
Of a thousand colors.
For it is white noise.
My hair was cut the other day
Half of it ended up lost and forgotten on some floor half an hour away
It was the kind of cut that gives you anxiety about school
Because it is such a large change.
But then you walk to school,
Only to find exactly one person cares enough to say anything
And it’s the random guy who sits next to you in history.
I have more in common
With those lost and forgotten hairs
Sitting in a trashcan somewhere far away,
Waiting to be thrown out of memory.
I ran a dulled pair
along my wrists
because I knew they wouldn’t cut.