Interview

6:26 minutes

Red peeling paint
wood worn smooth

It is literally just hearts
a rainbow in the rain
I love unicorns

Who put pain in paint?
Why is whoa in worn?

My first crush was an idiot, a waste of time, and manipulative.

crumbling barn sits
On a hill
abandoned isolation
Solitude is a synonym for isolation.

What once lived in the barn?
A family of tiny screech owls?

I’m fearless. Sitting around doing nothing.
I don’t think about the coming month or even finishing this poem.
Nobody knows that I really belt out songs when I’m alone.
I make time to love people.

I am happy.
cuz that’s how I am.