chronicles

she has a talent for self-chiropracting
and painting flowery words
she can't snap or play sports
or go anywhere without a strand of self-doubt
she loves big and falls hard
or at least
she used to
and still wishes she did
now she lets go simply with a twist of her mind

she writes songs that no one hears
or understands
some days she feels beautiful
other days she fears no one will ever pursue her

she loves her friends like family
and some days fantasizes about running away from everything
her bond with her parents is twisted
and she fears for the long-term problems they have already created

she hates her cellphone and usually
forgets to shave her legs
she has an exaggerated appetite for girls
and more of an appetite for boys than she cares to admit
she loves cities and theatre and people
and life
there are million things she wants to be
and a million more she isn't sure about

she loves her siblings
and her dog
she's almost sixteen and a half but somedays
she is five again
and some days she is thirty

someday she hopes that someone will take the time to learn
and re-write
everything about her