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I pound the lemons to a fine powder
My aggression taking stone and citrus
And dissolving them to dust
I add the sugar
But it tastes too sweet
So I drink the lemon juice plain
But that tastes too sour
So I just drink the ice water in the jug
On the counter
And pour the rest over my heated skin
I tried again the next day
But I just ended up crying
About so many things
And wondered if my tears
Were the missing ingredient in my lemonade?
I March, I tried meyer lemons
But the skin wouldn't come off
And I broke the blender
Trying to grind them up
The ice water in the jug and the water
Overflowed onto my work table
Map of My ImaginationMap of My Imagination
It is fun to look at maps
Caress those crinkly oceans
But not get your fingers wet
As you stroke those craggy mountains
But feel no stone
Imagine all those places, that final journey
You cannot cross the ocean
Without getting wet
And you cannot climb mountains
Without encountering stone
Airplanes are a cheaters journey
For all you do is fly over life-size maps
Splashing in puddles and getting muddy and wet
As children, you imagine they are oceans
Climbing a hill on a daring adventure, sending down tumbling stones
That feel like boulders, to a child, this is the mightiest mountain
Making make-believe fant
Melancholy of a HippopotamusMelancholy of a Hippopotamus
The maniacal laugh of the thunder
Echoes across the hills
Again and agai
The grass is darkened
By the dreary path of the clouds
As they tread across the sky like so many hippopotamus
Look like the humped backs of a cluster of hippopotamus
Crouching the water
Darkened by the clouds'
Tears as they fall again
Like they did at noon but this time there is thunder
The mothers cry again
As their children chase the clouds
Swiftly comes the thunder
The future is darkened
And quite ominous are the hills
Oh no! Jack was eaten by a hippopotamus
I am a hippopotamus
Venturing across the steep
(inspired by Paper Towns by John Green)
A million voices, all too loud
A million faces in that crowd
A million hopes, a million tears
A million dreams, a million fears
A million mirrors, all the same
A million people, playing this game
So many people, telling me no
So many people I don't even know
Everyone sees me, but I'm not really there
From the glint in my eyes
To the smell of my hair
I'm just a paper girl
In a paper town
The slightest wind knocks me to the ground
I can't get up, I can't play this game
People don't see me
They see my name
I'm going to leave this place and never look back
Cover my mirror, so yo
One and the SameOne and the Same (What Would the Dictionary Say?)
So many words
Sound almost the same
What if they were
One and the same?
Would the world be thrown into ultimate chaos?
Or would it be paradise?
Would everyone be happy?
Could stories fulfill their purpose?
Or would it be for naught and hopeless?
What would the dictionary say?
If every definition changed in a day?
Real Life FairytaleReal Life Fairytale
Medusa cried and screamed and begged
But Perseus still chopped off her head
When the prince found the glass slipper,
I'm surprised it didn't shatter.
Break so easily
Shattering like that fragile glass slipper
Lost at midnight
Snapping like twigs
In a strong wind
And I laugh,
At Cinderella and her Prince Charming
Knowing her happy ending,
Will only result
How could the same prince,
Be alive one hundred years
Later, to wake her?
I wonder how many tears you cried
Before your ever-after
I wonder if you cried at all
Slaving over a hot stove
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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