patch of flowers
grows out of asphalt
on the driveway
tires of the car
never squashed them

laughing like I haven’t
for months
eating grilled cheese
and rolling on my bed
a lovely night

power is the goal
achieved by me

bookworm girl sits
in her black and white room
behind sheer white curtains
shielded only slightly
from the evil of the world
by that curtain, those words
she experiences triumph and failure
but never lives it
living vicariously through characters

crybaby
I’ll hold you
while you cry
I’ll rock you
in my arms
I’ll wrap you
with the blankets
crybaby

surfing the sea
but water is calm