a poem for keira because i promised her one
keira is loose change
and animal erasers
mess on the bottom of the backpack
she is the "how did that get in there?"
and the "who, me?"
keira likes to go fey-szin
oh. excuse me feisin
she is the triple jump
and the ranch covered chicken nuggets at lunch
the corny limericks
and the persian delhi sultanate of neo-confucianism
she is the "i have a feeling" and
the "WE'RE NOT PLAYING CHESS"
keira is never is late for english
never
and she is the half trip skip plop
down the g-tower stairs
keira is the defense and the offense
but she hides from nick naja
but who can blame her? he's a freak
she is the SOMEBODY SACKED MY BACKPACK!!!
and the repetitive stories
the concert master of the flutes
representing SCMEA aught-five
keira is the track spikes and the 800 (which she loves :)
she is the procrastinator
and Humbawumbajumba
or whatever his name was
keira is the friend of friends