snow

utopia
i miss the sun hitting my face
pushing my bed up to the window
nude and 13
the warm air coming through the screen
the fried chicken and old movies
my first camera
the faded black and white photographs
of the christmas 6 months before
pink
peach
mint
i can feel the dew of the grass between my toes
it is only 10am, the water will be too cold
we get in the pool anyways
laughing. screaming. splashing.
save you. me.
the bumblebee that landed on my hand
hahaha........
there was never enough time
never enough ice. sunscreen. towels.
i could throw a curveball, but i could hit even better
there was a book
it escapes me
did i get up grow up too fast
the indent on my feet from the fresh gravel
the sand under my nails
the box of 20 caterpillars
their cocoons
strawberry cheesecake ice-cream
in a graham cracker crust