My back is soft and boneless
Your shiv wrestles my flesh,
My furiously fluttering limbs
My mewling roseate lungs
Why won’t you do as I say?
Why can’t I do as I think?
Why do these stubby fingers
Betray so oft my confidence?
It was I who ate all the cookies!
It was I who cried the hardest
And I, who laughed the freest
I like xylophones and paper airplanes
Toy horses and rambling monologues
So long as I have composed them
I do not like to be cuddled
Or looked at too intently
I am self-contained like the miniatures
Harvested inside snow globes
I am a hermit, a soft freckled Buddha
Waiting for Mara’s veiled dance to cease
Waiting for my lotus-woven cape
To catch a harmonizing mistral
That I may return to the nether
This is another of my autobiographical poems this one is aged 3
If you’ve wondered why it’s taking me longer to get back to you it’s because I have been reorganizing and cleaning my apartment. Though my apartment is tiny we have enough for a house (we’d lived in a larger place before) and Sam has A LOT of hobbies so organizing is tantamount and also a major challenge since I have no idea what most of his stuff is. He has a lot of mysterious widgets lol I have 2 large drawers filled with seaweed?! I love seaweed but 2 drawers worth? Madness. It’s just madness. I have only the kitchen left provided Isadora doesn’t tear the rest of the apartment down in the meantime. I also went clothes shopping with Isadora today.