Lauren2010

21 This is what we talk about when we talk about voices through the floorboards and lanterns lit by shattered stars; our hair is wet and tangled with daisies like ...

20 "If he wasn't three times bigger 'en me I'd break him like a dry stick," over a rock in the holler past my great grandmother's house is a place ...

19 I drove with my parents into the redwoods where the signs read be aware of the bears, the lions, the elk and fires or rocks falling through the trees. ...

18 I planted berries in the windowbox despite it being small and with a crack in the wood as long as the wind that rattles the shutters. They told me ...

17 Crooked, dry, there are no leaves on the dead-end tree where the corn dust (or was it beans, that year?) sticks to our fingers and the popsicles we dug ...

16 I'm running out of things to say about how the wind rattles the apartment every night I sleep alone.

15 When I was seven I reached into the gutter my fingers sticky from strawberries picked off cakes shaped like the 4th of July, blushed red skin stretched over knobby ...

14 Dress me in my favorite green sweater and lay me on the earth beside the river where my skin might take root in the moss and the lilac might ...

Ugh, 9 and 10 and 11 (and everything) are all so beautiful!!

13 I planted ivy in the soles of your boots and prayed they would take root in the floorboards of my living room. I don't know how to ask for ...

12 There must be a word for candles snapping curtains drifting cool air sinking through open windows bare feet under blankets warm despite the chill and stars breaking on the ...

11 I want to hang crystals from my shower head so that every time I stand there with the water too hot and the window cracked I can buff my ...

10 I planted a garden in my kitchen sink with tomato skin and wilted romaine and an onion that's already sprouted green where I kept it on the shelf by ...

9 There's dirt under my fingernails because I'm trying to make life in a clay pot on my porch where there's not much sun despite it being in the name. ...

8 A girl is whispering inside an apricot. Do you think my mother loves me when she says I'm sweet like honey or does she only mean I'm soft, slick ...