I AM:
a red polka dotted balloon flying as high as i can
a row boat floating away from the safe shore far too quickly
retainers on perfect, white teeth that love to smile with chatter
a scar on the knees of a girl who's met the pavement without a tear
a perfect note, matched in 3 part harmony
a love letter waiting beside your bed, hoping to sweetly surprise you
an echoing laugh, ringing through the air, contagious
perfectly curled hair, spiraling down over tanned shoulders with a hint of blonde peeking out
the hardest blanks of a crossword puzzle
the hot chocolate that tickles your insides with warmth in the winter
the breeze with the smell of rain coming, whipping your hair around
a mystery novel written by an up-and-coming writer, almost discovered
i am the fame of the innocent, good-natured musician singing in the streets with a guitar case longing for money
the one broken nail on the girly tom boy's hand
the stuffed animal you will never give away, the one that's been your loyal friend all these years
the computer geek that will one day rule the world despite the ridicule of high school
the lost phone number you finally found
the white checkers on a picnic table cloth, moving with the wind
the camera's shuttering lens, snapping photos of smiling, cross-eyed, protruding tongued children, peace signs and prom memories
your boyfriend's hoodie, the one you can smell even after it's been washed five times
the imaginary friend that will love you no matter what comes our way
the muscles keeping your eyes from closing in sleep, depriving of the dreams that are always more appealing than reality
a long twisting driveway to the small, happy cottage hiding in the woods
the anger in defeat, the grief in failure, the pride in success, the jealousy of never being anywhere but 2nd place
I am the over-priced eco-friendly shopping bag, Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
a fresh, new fashion trend, not from any year beyond 1980 or below
yesterday as it fades
the sweaty palms you rub together before your first real job interview
a waffle drowned in too much butter and syrup, making your hands and face pleasantly sweet and depressingly sticky
the gaping hole that appears in your chest when you're gone for too long
the left over cake batter in the mixing bowl, on the spatula, on the mixers
the flickering lamp on a motel desk, happy to see a real customer, offering to pay with cash versus a rip-off designer watch
the maturing of a teenage girl that knows where she wants to go and who she wants to be
the president of the national honors society
the one who still cheers on their team even when they're down by 40
Saturday morning cartoons. The animated, the computerized, the 3-D.
sunglasses resting on a freckled nose, peeling a bit from the sunburn she got at the pool
a pen that just writes good, causing inspiration
protection of the picked on, the unpopular, the poor and unredeemed
a couch. i caused too many sleepless nights and cricks in necks for my varying company
the only clean shirt left crumpled on the floor beside the empty pizza box and greasy game controllers
the winning touchdown in the tie breaking homecoming game
I am a wish granted to a child with cancer
the survivors' lap in the Relay for Life
sweet smelling cookie scented lotion, just like the ones mom used to make
he wind in the sails of a pirate ship gliding over the deep blue sea
a white zune with dirtied magenta headphones, a home to 3200 songs and counting
a child's chalk drawing of happy flowers, smiling clouds, and green almost-edible grass
checkerboard suspenders that severely clash with the neon plaid beneath them
the too-small shoes that a thrift store can never get enough of
the brightest nail polish ever seen
a person who knows how to put words on a page, say exactly what she means despite how she says it
I write, therefore I AM.
Sinking in pillows 