Poetry · Uncategorized · writing

1997 [Wild.]

 
I used to twirl,

I used to fall on purpose;

Lie on my back and look at clouds,

I made pictures out of pinecones

I cast spells upon corn to conjure up the wind 

and stamped the earth with raspberries 

I smashed between my toes. 

I used to laugh at the toothy burrs,

Unafraid. 

I didn’t care 

I cut my hair

instead of paper. 

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