(A poem about kindergarten that I wrote five years ago, when I was 17. Forgive the cheesiness, but this has to be on my blog.)
Boxed up inside the walls of clumsy
artwork, we were free. Dreamers
on the green carpet, like lovers
in a public park we held hands,
stained – a confetti of crayons
and watercolor on our palms.
My heart jolted like it did that summer
afternoon when the swings went too high
and the wind whipped against
my sunburnt skin.
Laughter poured from your lips everytime
I cracked borrowed jokes, thinking
they would fill up your gap-toothed smile.
Like the puzzles we pieced together,
the alphabet sung backwards,
I did not understand
why I slowly fell to earth
like a silent paper plane crash
when the time came to say goodbye.
Now that I’ve sat on more desks
than I can count, Love, I wish
it was as easy as keeping our words
inside the red and blue lines.