I'm going out
off the porch out the lawn
its wet, why is everything so grey?
Like the old movies.
That's better, green, and that darkdark blue I got from my really expensive markers.
Singing bugs, humming frogs that forgot the tune.
Rust caked windchimes in the gently dancing reeds.
G'ma
Are there monsters out here?
Or fairies?
Angels?
Foxes?
G'ma?
It's a world of me.
Fresh spit from the sky, but god stopped.
no grown ups, nothing boring or polite
The stars fell to the creek.
Hundreds
no millions!
Green and floaty, like leaves, only little.
I want to catch em all, and make my own sun.
Only it won't hurt my eyes, and it'll be just for me, I'll keep it in my room, so I can keep the lights out but read my scary stories.
Like the one about the boy that shoots the wolf.
Poor wolf.
But these stars dissapear,
and come back
and dissapear
and come back
they must not be real stars yet.
they dance and dart.
I catch a few, gingerly with my pudgy fingers
mom calls me her butterball turkey.
But... I don't want em anymore, they tickle
and they just seem too nice, too quiet
too sad to keep to myself
I'll let them be their own stars,
somehow I know they worked hard to deserve that.
Like they always washed their hands and did what they were told, so long as it was the right thing.
I'll fight for them!
I'll keep the other bugs away so they can have their party here.
The creek's their's anyway!
It has to be!
That's what it means to be home right?
All your friends and family are always there to keep you company
they make you feel good
they make you smile.
Just by being around you
at least...that's what mom says.
It makes everything so dark, and so shiney.
The moon is hiding
the stars that are stayed in heaven are watching me and my new friends.
I'll protect them if the old stars are jealous.
I might just have a stick
but I'm the fastest runner in my class
and the strongest fighter!
I can take any bully down
does that make me a bully too?
The bully of bullies?
I dunno
but I don't want this stick anymore
I got in trouble the last time I used one,
even if it was to hit that jerk Robert.
He had it coming, he said he could beat me up.
I couldn't let the other kids think I was a wimp.
It made me cry, and he started laughing.
I couldn't stop hitting him, I'm not a crybaby!
Not until they knew I was the strongest
I didn't deserve it
I was the best.
Even when he started screaming for his mom.
Even when he wouldn't stop screaming.
Even after he stopped screaming.
One of the stars came to see me.
When I was at the river,
thinking about how blood is so much darker when you're not watching tv.
She walked in my hand, she waited there,
cuz she was my friend
I think, maybe if she wasn't so small I could hear her.
She's pretty.
No
beautiful.
They told me not to use that word unless someone was REALLY nice, and really a good person.
She's beautiful.
And you're supposed to kiss someone who's like that right?
Like the end of those movies.
So I did.
And she flew away.
I hope because she wasn't shy.
But because she was happy.
Maybe...
cuz she was happy, she flew up to that big darkdark blue heaven
to become a real star.
She'll wait for me there.
Cuz I made her.
