Esme Writes.


8,9,10/30 in 30….Short but sweet….

8 April 2010

I’d like to come back
as the type of tree
that people
carve
their names on.

9 April 2010

rising balloons on currents
become the clouds overhead
at sunset
all the colors at once
all the pretty feathers
in hats on Easter. One
year I remember an Easter hat
with a thin white elastic band
to keep it on my head.
The thin mark it left on each
cheek as I wore the hat until I
fell asleep.
All white straw and blue bows with
fake daisies and leaves. All what
I dreamed of for my pretty Easter
day.
A dress that twirled and hands
that let balloons fly into
the sunset to
become clouds.

10 April 2010

I don’t know what to say about
it all except it
reminds me why I got permanent ink
on my right forearm
O hopeful dreamers, we…

yes, yes.