Young

My green evenings and honey suckle sunset were warmer than my kid fists that wrapped like velcro around those tall patches of tiny yard onions and my chalk-stained jean skort packed with hand-picked acorns that spilled from my pockets like apple juice as we darted and traversed our woods, our battle ground laughing as twigs snapped and leaves crunched under our jelly shoes smiling in our woody palace our wide, spacy teeth, perpetually a dark purple from too many grape freeze pops that melted faster than our young hearts into this quiet place, this garden, this paradise our child minds so cool and clean But growing caused each day to be remembered more readily than the next Hours were really only 60 minutes and 24 became less than a lot grass stains seemed darker, seemed bothersome And America’s online now, I’m a girl now learning about evenings, about life after sunset make-up and ribbons flock to my visage like chisels to a canvas my story shuffled like just another set of cards to be dealt to be written all the same just a little faster than before My feet, an arched size 9, my lips, a glossy 10 and now I go to sleep even later, even after 11 I wonder if now, had I woken up then only a few toes dabbing the pond, my green grass still trailing behind, If I could’ve stopped where I stood If I could 've remained and never known the deep well where I find my heart now Never having to hold my eyes awake my muddled heavy mind soaked in cigarette fumes with pretty heels wading through dirty rooms spilling and slipping, my good ideas ripping deep red dress, nail paint looking more like blood my heart and young spirit disappearing like all the chalky butterflies, when i was a child, when I was new But miles and miles cram me on foreign pillows soaking up sorry tears speaking with less personality than my old room my old yard, my palace, my garden, my escape my love… I hope someday to find it again.