maelynslavik

I wonder every day:

Do you like me?

You look at me sometimes.

I wonder what it could mean.

I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.

If I have a daughter, I will name her 

Sylvia.

A big name,

A burgeoning hope.

Sylvia.

The girls drum their fingernails

Lightly

Not like real drumming

More like timid rain.

Their nails extend

Two nail lengths past

School’s great. I *love* waking up early  
to sit through hours of stuff I’ll forget.  
Lunch? A gourmet mystery I’ll never solve.  
Tests? Oh, the thrill of failing with style.  

Crying.

It’s something that all of us have done

At some point or another.

Yet it is a sign of weakness!?

And I say that is false.

FALSE

I say that it should be a sign of strength.

So