31 of 31.

I’ve got a running list of things to do
the first one is slow down

I want to run and play on the monkey bars
and get less intimidated by one handed push-
up people.

Where is my Secret Sharer?
Who will wait for the Domino building
to light up at morning?

The neighbors are screaming.
Two men waited outside the door
faces shifting chins bruised
I prayed for lions.

The bedroom is glowing
the flowers are wilted
but happy.

There are no lists
no bedrooms
no walls at all.
There are no neighbors.

The fibers in the chair are moving
to no music of mine.

The books on the shelves
are unmoving.


About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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