And it hit a nerve
not a note not a poem
which she wrote
oh, an omen
which she thinks
I will 'get', and I don't
so the face falls
like glaze down paper walls
crowning the day
with rainbows, sequins
light which shone
on a concrete pad
a jubilant scene,
I picked at the pavement
scraping my nails to collect
bags of metallic plastic
scraps from a fete,
boosting the mood
singing 'teachers pet'
has she learned her lesson yet?
each friend who dismays
pain goes on for days
into weeks into
tears down cheeks
like glue dripping down paper crowns
parties I'm invited
to stay home from
and the blues
of the lights
on the plastic specks
of bright shards
from the schoolyard
bring me gaiety,
when I'd none of my own
to spare, share, or take home
she could say that I know
but I'm pulling back
from assuming she means
to cause woe
after all, I still grow
through cracks in concrete,
through small holes in beads
threading the crowds
seeing no faces
no more tears
finding a shining place
I gazed for miles
into that jeweled haze
whose sunny light
soothed my nerves
for days
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