I was making strawberry cupcakes when I realized I can’t rhyme.
I was twisting my hair around my finger when you said,
“you can’t be a writer if you can’t rhyme.”
I wrote poems in pink gel pen on my thighs.
I spent a year writing the same poem over and over.
you carved lines across your thighs with a razor
a year before you met me.
it was a cold December night when you took your pants off
in front of me. I was sitting at the end of your bed.
I thought, “oh my gosh, did he really just do that?!”
but what fell out of my mouth was,
“….your balls are bigger than I expected.
I mean, wow, you’ve got balls. that doesn’t sound right either.
what I’m trying to say is you’re….brave.”
you laughed and said, “let me show you my twisted art.”
my fingers traced the scars along your thighs like railroad tracks.
I had nothing to show, the gel pen poems had faded
so I took off my shirt,
pulled you close
and fell in love with you through your sadness.
I used your scars as stems and drew gardens up your body.
I bought a notebook and tried to rhyme.
but what word rhymes with orange?
if orange can’t rhyme I don’t want to either.
what is the word for growing old too fast?
what word rhymes with falling out of love?
In third grade Chris proposed to me on a sticky note with a ring from the vending machine. I said yes.
Alex- one of my friends younger sisters name is Alex and last year we went to Estes park on New Years.
Connor-one of my friends name is Connor and he has a great taste in music and he’s amazing to talk to I love him to death??
Maddie-everyone I know named maddie really hates me and I don’t know why
I don’t know anyone named Amanda actually?