QueenBee

I take steps.

Tiny steps.

One

           Step 

                       At

Do you know how many minutes I save for you

So we can be together?

Do you know how it feels

When you throw them out

For other things?

Do you know how it feels

To never feel like you're good enough

I chase this dream

With everything I have.

I want to be with it

Every step of the way.

From the moment I first touched it

To where my fingertips grazed actual possibility

To where my heart broke

I want to live

Inside your head.

I want to be where

They can't hurt me.

I want to live where you are

I want to stay in the sunlight

I want to dance among the stars.

I want to live in your fantasy

The little kids

Ask for advice.

"What's middle school like? Seventh grade?"

They ask what to do and

Where to go and

What they should prepare for.

I could give them a list

Like my teachers gave me.

I should've written it in pencil

I should've known it couldn't last.

Should've told it to a page in an in-between

Far from permanence.

I should've written it in erasable graphite

Should've whispered it to no one