When my feet strike the mattress
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below a blanket of white viscosity
Where floating is natural
Mother calls
“Charlie, no jumping on your bed!”
Her temper,
Disguised as gravity,
Hauls me back down.
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below a blanket of white viscosity
Where floating is natural
Mother calls
“Charlie, no jumping on your bed!”
Her temper,
Disguised as gravity,
Hauls me back down.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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