My story has a castle. it's white with walls so high that the eyes strain to see the end.
There's an oak tree here. i lay down under it and watch the branches separate the blue of the sky.
Sometimes a butterfly brushes by me cheek and i lay still and i hope it comes back. i watch the birds with beady eyes and pretty feathers beat their wings across the air.
i shuffle on the grass and scratch my itchy knees.
Sometimes i lay on my stomach in my bed, and watch out the window when i can't sleep. do you know there are tragedies in the stars that no one can imagine?
i braid my hair and yell into my pillow. a strip of sunlight is wrapped around my feet. it's heavy and tight.
imagine watermelon slices sticky on your fingers and spewing seeds around making wishes. i paint my nails a tacky color.
i think of you a lot. i think if you had tried to scale the walls, i'd have let you in first.