super
blue
blood
moon
got
me
all
so
super
bloody
blue
like
you
know
his
poems
are
like
snacks
snack
poems
like
the
cheetos
of
poetry
I
was
the
happiest
to
see
the
crocuses
blooming
so
happy
the
leaves
scattered
like
mice
in
front
of
me
it
wasn’t
me
who
scared
them
my
heart
soared
when
I
heard
his
keys
in
the
door
his
bag
hitting
the
floor
it’s
raining
she
said
like
we
hadn’t
talked
about
that
weather
before
I
like
watching
people
carrying
in
their
groceries
from
their
car
quietly
or
calmly
that’s
what
we’re
not
together
she
and
I
he
planted
an
apple
tree
but
the
apples
just
rotted
on
the
branches
I
told
the
waiter
to
shut
up
and
get
outta
town
he
only
smiled
she
saw
me
sitting
alone
in
that
big
chair
with
no
one
else
around
you
walked
my
dog
and
lost
it
she
wrote
in
a
poem
just
like
heartbreak
have
I
told
you
of
the
stepfather
whom
pulled
a
gun
on
the
step-uncle
or
about
the
stepsister
that
ran
away
to
join
the
carnival
today
I
read
about
blue
glowworms
living
in
caves
in
new
zealand
she
said
with
pink
cheeks
I’m
so
glad
I
could
be
here
to
smell
all
of
you
I
know
it’s
not
much
but
it’s
the
best
I
can
do
my
gift
is
my
song
- elton john
the
columbia
river
taught
me
to
swim
the
tumbleweed
to
dream
where
is
my
florence
nightingale
my
madam
pomfrey
when
I
need
her
even
when
we’re
deathly
sick
he
kisses
my
neck
and
pats
my
bottom
