LongBilledCurlew

I have had countless grudges over the years. There have been people I have given the silent treatment for three years because they exposed me about my crush in fifth grade.

You can find me inside the flower-patterned shoe box, where I hide the tokens of my memories. The birthday cards, polaroid photos, and even bottle caps represent my life and relationships.

I miss the days 

When hitting your ankle 

With a scooter 

Was the world's worst pain 

I miss the days 

When saying the word 

Toilet 

Was a felony 

Maybe, 

like steak, 

it needs to marinate. 

Maybe, 

like soup, 

it needs to simmer. 

Or, maybe, 

Two plastic plants, a blue glass vase of dead flowers, and a cactus. In the blue glass vase, there is a collection of white and red roses, all dead, all dried up. Back in the days of majesty, flowers had meaning beyond their beauty.