Onion Stew (for english class)
The South is like a wild onion
Sweet, but spicy too
Perhaps even a bit bitter
Sometimes, anyway
If you dress it up in hoop skirts and rosemary
You might mistake for something fancy
But strip the stew of all its other ingredients
And you'll see that
The onion really is just a plain sort of folk
Sweet and a bit spicy
Paper Fox Heart (written upon finding a best friend I had not talked to in 5 years)
Paper fox memories
Unfolding before me
Once lost, now found
That they had been here all along
Nestled in my heart
Rather than the piles of laundry
On my bedroom floor
Orbs of watercolor light
Dancing and bobbing in a mason jar of water
I dream of peach blossoms and duck feathers
Snowy white
I Don't Even Like Them (a haiku)
Sometimes I cry when
Ladybugs die and then I
Curse my foolishness
Blacklight Fruit (another haiku, kind of methaphory...?)
So sweet and glowing
Tastes like being young and wild
Tastes like blacklight fruit
Velvet Spider (not really a full poem but whatever...)
Velvet spider, velvet spider
Brown and black stripe miniature tiger
Strawberry Vampire (more haiku. i was mad at a guy.)
I denounce my love
You strawberry blonde vampire
You're not who I thought
