Xanadu
 

I will no longer let myself be a shoelace. The pink laces of a young girl’s light up sneaker. Mud smears the white rubber’s sidesー As the...

The garden you tend to. Your gloved hands lifting me up after a storm— Picking out any weeds that bother me. You are the sun that...

I am the bed you rest in after a long day. I will be the soft white wool blanket you wrap yourself in when you are cold. You never asked...

What if I was the sailboat gliding against your harbor? The one rocking back and forth by your waves, the rope tightly tied onto the...

If I could be the eyelash fallen from the rest. Never found by the violent scratch— connected to the irritated hand. I would be...

I was not asked to be a weeping tree, branches heavy with sorrow. Leaves trembling whispered secrets, each droplet, with an untold...

What if I was the horizon that continues on, because regardless of the mountains or plains, it will always move forward. As the wind...

What if I was an old oak tree surrounded by flowers, leaves, and seeds. Roots dug deep into the ground. Branches stretched far...

I control the current, but you control my switch— Keeping me lit or leaving me dim. I have always been a lamp, just a simple bulb and...

One day I’ll be a hurricane— one whose arrival you don’t anticipate. My anger thundering through the city. The dark clouds of your cruel...