i.
a breath
ii.
I tried to climb the tree
in the yard but the lowest
branches are ten feet up.
I cannot reach but I stretch
and stretch.
iii.
I am barely yet me but I tickle
in my own skin. I try to peel it off
but it snaps back into place.
iv.
sometimes I think about
how I used to let myself
soak in the rain.
I look up
and start to climb.
v.
water surrounds me now.
I pull it around me like a safety
blanket, drown myself in the
hum of sleep, wake, sleep,
vi.
mistakes. the sun hurts my eyes
but warms my hands, and
I might be too late, but
vii.
I wait
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Rocket Fizz
PuisiA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space
