Potato Chips and uneaten candy stick to the floor like broken dreams too precious to mend. soft coating wrapped around like bubble wrap because you’re too frail and easily bent backwards. Sour grapes mashed into wine. Too neat to cut. Drowning sage fathom none. Time moving ever onward. Run run run. Mama don’t take none of that. Sit back sit back. Holding breaths too still to whisper. Pillows stacked in the corner, we sleep on bodies. Blankets tie dyed and holograms of memories. I’d do anything to go to heaven. Bubblegum gums and pearly whites. Fight off that beautiful smile. Take my hand child…it’s time to go to hell.
Bookshelves and Poetry 