Constellations

Constellations

 

The dust on my phone looks like stars in the sky.

And every time my screen locks, I see planets

circling around and around the earth,

stars so hot, they’re about to burst,

vacuums, space sucking in and in, hope.

With every glimpse, my heart starts to twirl.

Sevenling

Kids at the zoo come to see

Dolphins, zebras, lions,

Monkeys flinging from the trees.

 

But they never see the men

All in white, scooping up trash,

Putting cherries in their cones.

 

When they go home, it’s never alone.

Prayer and Blessing

Praying and Blessing

 

Up on the cabinet of my preschool room, is a box

full of books, waiting to be read. My teacher took

them down and sorted: keep, toss, donate. I wanted

Praying and Blessing but she threw them in the donate

pile, placed them at the glass front door, hoping

someone would grab, but dusting when they didn’t.

My Poetry

My Poetry

 

My poetry is a fastball, sailing

through the wind, 93 miles per hour, slicing

the air like a child’s paper plane.

 

It flies until it hits the batter’s mouth,

causing blood to seep out of teeth’s new holes,

gushing to the ground, the way I bleed poetry.

 

My poetry is the ambulance rushing

through the crowds, racing to save the one.

As the bandage is placed, and all is healed,

 

he forgets the scab that used to be, fears

the one that is to come. He soaks in a bath,

peels it off his skin, embraces my words.

Similis Papilioni

Similis Papilioni

 

I see my reflection on my computer screen. I’m covered

with a bouquet of flowers, roses, berries, purple buds waiting

to bloom. The bouquet sits above butterflies resting

on top oranges, feasting on its juice, long tongues snaking

into the pulp. My screen darkens the image and I pop

through. My face is hidden by blossoms, my body by wings.

But if I move my head, tilt it to the side, I see my eyes poking

out. It reminds me of what I’m told to be: beautiful,

gentle, still, before I burst through my delicate shell and fly.

Keepsakes

Keepsakes

I kept my Pope Francis coin stashed
away in my lunchbox. Front pocket,
protected by a zipper no one
thought worked. I forgot I put
it there so many months ago,
but it never did rust, no matter
how much I spilled or what
leaked from inside. I found
it yesterday, rejoiced, and placed
it on the kitchen table next
to baseball cards and colored-pencil
pictures, hoping it won’t get buried.

The Way Celery Grows

The Way Celery Grows

 

Rip apart the package and take

out the full-grown stalk. Cut

off the base, two inches thick,

discard the rest. Fill a crystal-

clear bowl with water and drown

it in the coolness. Wait

a week and then you’ll start

to see the center rise

like a volcano forming

from rocks and mud. Day after

day, it grows closer to the sky.

A month goes by. Leaves soon

appear, taking over the three

skinny stalks tall as your hand,

like fingernails left untrimmed,

waving with each breath blowing

through the house. The water will grow

green with syrupy slime that attacks

what’s left of the base, rotting

it away into brown sludge.

I don’t know how long it takes

until it’s ready to eat.

All I know is how it grows,

taller and taller each day

until it covers the windowsill

with shade, my own little tree.

Wasting time

Wasting time

is easy to do when I’m with you.
Days become weeks become years ticking
away with each stroke of the clock, each rev
of the engine. Being with you makes
me understand just how small we really
are. Like trying to catch drops of water
leaking from the faucet, not knowing
the bottom of my cup has a heart-
sized hole. I try to crumple up every
gift, every memory, every moment
like a scrap of paper pencil-penned
with lyrics of a bad tune. But
I wonder if I can when I realize
that I’m the one saying goodbye.

The Calm Before The Storm

Hey guys! This is my second year of the marathon, this year tackling the full marathon. I’m excited and nervous and thrilled and so many other emotions all in one. I know things will be great, though. I hope you all enjoy the poetry that my heart bleeds. God bless <3