| Sometimes,
on days like today,
i like to sit on the porch wrapped in
the blanket my dad made me,
and watch the goosebumps crawl up my arm. And i dream, and wish, and think,
about everything, but really nothing.
Or i read an old book that ive read a thousand times,
but i still hold my breath when the end is coming up. And i dont need a radio,
because the music plays in my head
like poetry on repeat, and i cant think of
anything else but the girl in the book and
the second to last line of a classic song.
But I still smile. Sometimes,
on days like today,
i take off my shoes and socks
one at a time,
and put on a ancient, extra large t-shirt
and race outside. And i let my hair fall limp around my face,
because it feels cool on the back of my neck.
And as the water sprays around my head,
strands of hair get stuck to my face.
But i still smile. On days like today,
i smile. |
