Month: September 2015

I refuse to give my childhood away.
I ask forgiveness
for what time has done to it.
But I still know how to stand
as quiet as a tree waking up.
To put my arms around the sky
and throw salt on the tails of birds.
I still want to yell and be scolded.
To open up the earth and see inside.
I want to go to heaven
as soon as my parents
tuck me into bed,
and wake up in the morning,
and be home,
never afraid to be alive.