Sitting on the edge of the platform, where you’ve spent your days of fun, wondering how easily you’ve jumped into life and out of childhood, and why you ever left it behind.
Outside, the invisible wind twists and bends itself into every frame and every fold of the glass of her bedroom windows, making a monstrous sound that startles her and shakes her to her very core. The same wind lifts tree leaves off the ground and they do a little dance before her eyes. They say it’s easy to get lost in the wind- you can whisper anything and it will carry your thoughts, like dust, to another person’s window. Breathing in your sentiments, anyone may feel the elemental plea to belong. However, she shut her windows closed and her dust thoughts remained on the floor, safe and sound from the forthcoming rain.
Hello there, honey,
Here’s the money you asked from me,
And I’m truly, truly sorry,
If ten dollars is all that I can bring to you,
And if you need more golden liquid,
To fill your cup,
I’d take all of my grandma’s jewels,
And sell them to the shop.
You know I’d do anything for you
Like to leave someday,
And take you out of this town.
Then maybe all our debts won’t come
Maybe my momma will be proud of me,
And our names be spoken of, highly,
By people who tried to bring us down.
Till then, pass me the kitchen knife
And our rusty pot,
I’ll cook you dinner,
You better eat a lot!
Wishin we could leave this town,
I am wishin we could leave this town,
Without a sound, this town,
We are in.
I don’t care about the fact
That you hold your burger with your bare hands,
Or if you’ve got chocolate stuck in your elastic bands,
I want to know if you’re hungry enough to
Chew on the nit and grit and flavors of the world,
Not thinking of life as just an insipid appetizer,
Leading us, one glorious meal to the next.
To be continued. Dun dun dun.