ZoeBee

I revel in the chaos
Breathe it in and let it infect me
Drift onto my skin
Dive into my bones
Leech into clumps of arteries, bleeding ink blood
I sit on my throne of twisted words and hollow promises
Smiling

I've been left out of things my whole life
One of the reasons I like to push, I'm bossy and opinionated
But it hurts hard to be left out
Like a child's mittens the night before a snowstorm

In the gardens
The atrium
The lounge
I flit and float like a butterfly
Back and forth 
Back and forth
No, I don't hear the full conversation 
The end of my aunt's droning story
What my father thinks of the soup

I'm like a clock
Tic(k) tic(k) tic(k)
Raise hand
Push joints down on the left
Crack crack crack crack crack
Shake
Raise hand 
Push joints down on the right
Crack crack crack crack crack
Buck head
Pull hair

Her eyes were green, but not emerald
Cool, deep mint that you could fall into
Do backstrokes through 'em
Red lips, pink cheeks
Oh Jolene
Flaming locks of auburn hair
Set the small town ablaze
Oh Jolene
That long summer

I like english class
I like the topics
I like the teachers and my classmates and Scout and Jem and Dill
But I don't like the building
I don't like the racism, and the antisemitism, and the sexism
And I don't like today