the magic of glitter
sprinkled atop the head;
how everyone stares.
the spotlight has that strange
effect
when you're beautiful enough
to gain it's simmering gaze.
how everyone suddenly
adores you
as if you'd had a place there
waiting the entire time.
"your hair looks pretty," kaleb said one day. and then I had a spot at the cool lunch table.
robbie sat quietly in the corner, his eyes never leaving me.
