Because
the sun burned
some of it off and shaped it.
Because
squares don’t look good.
Because
it doesn’t matter.
Because
it makes more sense.
Because cereal bowls are.
Because
a lot of things are.
Because
special things are.
Because
why not?
Bored, sitting alone as I
write the mystical doing
a cooking lesson while
they have dinner and
things. A girl named Majestic
practiced her cooking while teaching
anything she wanted, which was
kinda weird. She ran up the stairs to get
ready so she can go shopping for
the parade uniforms. She said
bye as she happily ran out the door.
She was talking to
the woman that was sad, because she lost her dog
or something. She didn’t want to cry so she
walked away. Someone was texting her.
She wrote an essay he day before with
her brother. Her brother is a person
that loves soccer. They had a game the day
before but they lost. She made fun of
him that day. She wrote a sloppy letter to her family
over in New York. When it got over there, they said, “Oh my gosh” out
loud. They have
been writing ever since.
a wish to fly
never get hurt
be alive for everyone
save lives left to right
soar through the sky
like a purple bird
being a superhero
saving lives left to right
while wearing purple