- Abigail Tavera
I contain multitudes…
I relish the rich timber of Michael Bublé’s voice as much as I do
The upbeat metallic rock of Blink-182.
I could eat a giant bowl of salad
Or a giant bowl of chocolate
Either at any given time.
(Even when I’m not particularly hungry.)
I cannot tolerate people who refuse to own up to their mistakes,
Yet I tend to own up to mistakes I have not made.
My sister’s Cookie Monster impression makes me laugh
As much as The Office.
I believe every living thing should be treated with kindness,
And yet my mouth waters at the aroma of a flank steak
Cooking on the embers of the grill.
Spending a day on the beach is paradise,
But so is a loving smile from my mom
After a long day at school.
Running for two seconds is misery,
But a three hour trek through the woods—
Climbing boulders and stumbling through ivy—
Is a different story.
The sight of a basketball in gym class sends shivers down my spine,
But I’m a fencer.
Bruises line my arms and legs from my last bout—
My opponent had quite a powerful lunge.
I never flinch at the sight of blood,
But I can’t watch horror movies,
Especially the gorry ones,
The ones with serial killers and misery.
I advocate for healthy eating,
But I bake sweets consistently,
Especially around the Holidays.
The aroma of chocolate chip cookies
And pound cake and brownies
And sugar cookie cut-outs wafts through the house.
I don’t expect others to be perfect,
Yet I expect myself to be.
Seeing a bear in the woods does not make me flinch,
But the sight of a pink jellyfish,
Its flesh colored, slimy surface
Sends me running out of the water,
As if I’ve seen a ghost.
Sometimes, a touching scene from a movie can make me cry,
But sometimes, I cry for no reason at all.
I don’t enjoy hugs,
Except when they’re from my family—
Then, hugs are the rainbows of life,
The best things of all.