Day 123 – I’m Ten

I ride in a yellow monster’s mouth
with gum under my feet
I carry books like an ant with a piece of fruit

I can write with any pencil
no matter how small a nub
I can tell you what’s a rhombus and what’s not

I understand what you mean
when you spell out D-E-N-T-I-S-T
I know when you’ve been crying and when you lie

I know what an active shooter is
but they won’t mess with me
I’m ten and I’m fierce and smart and fancy-free

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Day 122 – Cook A Poem Slow

Cook a poem slow,
but eat a poem fast

while you’re in the kitchen
simmer it long and low
until it’s ready

but when you’re at the table
don’t be picky, gulp it
down

Eat a poem fast,
Cook it slow

Day 120 – Breakfast

We are getting breakfast tomorrow,
said you had to tell me something
I said I’m always hungry

We are getting breakfast early
on our day off, like we used to do
haven’t seen you around much
we’ve both been busy

I thought about pancakes at first
when you came in and
wrote your name on my calendar
I thought about changing the
radio station in your car

But something in your face said
this might be our last breakfast
I shouldn’t be thinking so hard
about food
I shouldn’t be staring so hard
at this plate
I should’ve been listening
every breakfast before…

I’ll let you get the tab this time

Just once.

Day 119 – Honey I Never Knew

Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool-
you see,
it isn’t smart to let
somebody else
be in charge
of your livery

Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool-
you see,
it isn’t wise to let
your guard be down
around someone
like me

Honey I never knew
you were
this big of a fool
for me-
but now that I know
let’s give it a go-
all kinds of
tomfoolery.

 

Day 117 – I’m Taking A Class

I’m taking a class
on writing;
about teaching children
to write well

The professor wants us
to get a little journal
and carry it around
to write little thoughts in

She says I have to be a writer myself
to show a child how to be one
so we’ll practice
and she’ll check it every week
to make sure I’m doing it

I just sit so quietly
during these times

I can’t get angry
like the first four classes-
I know now this is not
really meant for me

but oh the things
I sit so quietly through
because it’s just
what has to be done

Oh the well-meaning requirements
from all the bad apples
that spoiled the bunch

Day 116 – Forgive Me For I Know

You shouldn’t read me
as often as you do;
though it’s written for me
it’s colored through you.
Eyes like a filter
to process what’s mine,
drunk on a very old secret.

You shouldn’t be reading
as often as you are;
keep it this fresh,
you’ll never heal that scar-
the story repeated
for a thousand days
but never enough to believe it.

Find someone else
to read at your leisure;
some other artist’s pain
to treasure –
I have too much left
to dig it all out
just because you need it.