1. 20:48 13th Sep 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    a pie without a crust

    oh she’s a prettysmartsweetfunnycharmingyoung girl she’ll recover, no worries - nodded reassurance between friends who got too busy and boys who got too scared. she’ll float in again on those stubby little legs with a flower in her hair and a story about an old man and his puppy and end it with a giggle and a punchline so bad her audience can’t help but laugh. she’s happy, she’s complete, she’s whole. but in the mornings before she finds her dress and her flower and makes up her funny story on the way to class, she lies in bed and thinks about what her comforter feels like against her bare stomach and how  many opportunities she’ll have to make someone else smile that day - before lunch? five, maybe six, if i leave my room early enough. she hopes, a small, little hope, that someone will smile back, and that maybe, just maybe, someone will offer her a flower before she bends to pick one herself.