June

The air is cool, the sky is warm

As I once fled this place

With gravel grey hurt

On the soles of my feet

Once cringed of the mud sliding sideways through my toes

Sterility, chemicals, taught lessons

Jitters of glass

And

When the street light goes off

Because the light flies over

Not for despiration

For without staying up the night

I could not see the dawn

The Sidewalk

Today as I walked home

There was a hole

A hole in the sidewalk

And the precious taxpayer money

Money used to patch just this square

One house over from mine

Where my feet clamored daily

It was gone!

Simply vanished, and it rained, and the soil was clay

And I needed to sleep

Because a piece of me left

Left, and revealed the earth

Now the earth caused crumbles

And yes, needed to be replaced

I could see

My feet knew

My feet knew creeping home from forbidden activities

That I was just one away

Almost home

The night would part

Parted has the sidewalk

Those crumbles stung my feet

Blood drawn as over

The sharp corner I stepped

Stepped in many smooth things

The contrast was different, alive

And I loved the habitual stinging

Because then my shoes were off

Off in spring, because we needed winter

So it could crack in age

So we could sing in sun

So the blood was wine

These cracks were my blood

So familiar and necessary

Under my feet

And I miss them

earth

i feel like its ok that i wear makeup because most of it is organic.

i feel angry when people use the automatic door button for handicapped people instead of using their arm muscles.

i feel sad when my glass of water keeps on getting refilled and refilled and the resteraunt is left with eight full cups of water.

i feel happy that my toothpaste is made from bamboo. fo real yo

home

sam's back

last night i hung out with pete and case and ian and orlee

at pete's, around a fire

and the moment was glorious

such good people

chirp

the way you laughed at the amish

because economics are more important

and champagne is fizzing

every bubble desperate for air

shoving up up and the sand i feel it

and the moon i feel it

rising above the black liquour

of the lake and it is a secret

as we fleet through the marsh

i think its funny the way you run

and the way you ride your bike

with unruly ligaments

that bounce in time to the disco music

the irony of the energy is lost in the content car

s0 do you remember when we met?

this isn't the second time you've held me

and do you remember when you had long hair

and I had long hair

and we were in love? with ourselves and others, but not together

and i have grown grown grown

to overtake that tent that we didn't sleep in

because it was too cold.

and i cherish the two lines of blood

racing across my hand

because of that night

i hope they never heal

you scared me. yes, yes you did!

you were old and tall and had blonde hair

and were my first! you were my first glimpse of high school! you were, you were!

oh i digress just like your sentences

and how i can tell your thinking

but we are afraid of the end

of Paris, of Michigan

of joy over joy over joy

DONE

AP exams are over.

in other news

flowersflowersflowersflowers

now im all ick nasty because ive been studying 24/7 - but my soul feels beautiful