Black converse, green converse,
We three are strung together by
the shoelaces in our hearts
flighty windswept raven hair and
like black rudimentary soil,
mischievous, wildroot dimples,
Nights on the beach we tried to reach China
(the air salty, the wind rough)
always searching for something
The World smiles at me
like I never thought it would
and I blush like the little girl I am.
I don’t know if my parents had
big dreams I don’t know if they
fell deeply into young love I don’t
know if they ever cried for the
One step to my right will send me careening.
I am blocked to my left by the barrier of nothing.
When the days start to slide
into two-faced mediocrity,
should we blend back
into the dreams we come from?
I need the control, we screamed.
Come a little closer, you begged.
Let’s share our souls, I meant.