a poem
excuse me, but wasn’t i just a girl?
with mama eating green plums and pecans at the foot of her too tall bed.
with colorful beads all down my braids singing louder than i ever could.
with lightning bugs in my backyard almost outshining the stars.
with dandelions carrying my wishes away on a humid wind.
with chipped nail polish playing in between my teeth.
with honeysuckles never quite filling up my belly.
