There's peace in eventuality,
the way things fall.
Then there's the inbetween.
There, I'm a ghost between two worlds,
doing what I must but wishing
that just once,
I wouldn't have the weight of them
both on my shoulders.
At the inbetween I try
to find solace like a hatchling
finding her mother.
It's so difficult.
Everywhere I step there are
thorns infesting the ground,
for a time when these thorns refuse
to grow again,
when these egg shells put
themselves together again.
The solace can be different every time -
there's the nearly tamed wolves that sprawl on my bedroom floor,
wordless things that listen to me forever and always,
or wordful things, stained trees on a wooden shelf.
There's the mother of all these things, my own,
her hugs are like melting chocolate,
but most often the only solace is the winding branches,
the tangled wires of the thing most familiar to me.
"You can be Odette." A young girl, perfectly blonde and adorable, nods her head with absolute certainty and satisfaction. A cry from the background. Blonde turns and notices another girl, with brown hair and a fair face, screaming in indignation. "Why are you sad?" She queries. She wonders if her parents were arguing too this morning, and a small connection tentatively reaches out Brunette. But for the thousandth time, a connection is broken between her and anybody as the sullen face transforms into something uglier, something not quite pathetic but meekly furious. "I'm Odettey!" She yells, then seems to realize how bad she looks. The mulish look appears once again on her face and tears spring to her eyes as she stares at their teacher, a kind, big boned woman who always seems excited. Blonde simply gazes at her and tries to control her urge to correct the pronunciation."But you're Odile. You're Odile. She's a main character too." Something in...
my mother knew her worth
and my father did too
he was kind
that he left us alone
i was stronger
or a genius
but i know
wishes don't come true
unless you make them.
that i never had to wish again.
Mother I promise when I grow up I will help you. Yes, I'll take care of you.
But Mother, I'm busy- with school, you know.
Yes-but I do love you. I can't help you now,
I have no money, no life, not yet.
I know, yes, it's the everyday things.
What do you expect? I'm just a kid.
I'm sorry I left the sink running,
the garbage littered on our driveway
made you buy gas driving to and from and back
bought the expensive apples- but they look perfect!
I do think that money is like trees
because they'll both be gone soon.