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i want paint fingers and melted birthday candles
decoupaged frame of this Polaroid i took of a poem once.

let's make stuff.

it's no surprise to me that my notebook comes from trees so all of me needs it to breathe.

and there's only one virgin page left
but i'm not sure i know any words worthy of her yet.

and you bought me a new start, today.

how did you know?

lined and ready to hear a story.

with a card inside that said

you never forget me, or my birthday.

and you hope that i'm happy.

how did you know?

let's safety pin this grass to our shoelaces
so we can remember
on our side it's emerald.

and over there where you're rushing to
is concrete and business suits
and people who ask you
"what will you do?"

i will make you something that you can really feel

a haiku for your troubles, sir
just give me seventeen syllables for a smile, sir
a picture i took of a wishing well that that made you remember her
and the way you felt
the first time.
like the top of a ferris wheel ride

if i can make you believe
in what you've called naive and left
for breadcrumbs
i could feed the whole world
on this absence of apathy

and if i said something rational now,

i know i'd disappoint

everything you ever loved about me.