Squishy Ishy Lazy MAG

By Kate W., Charlottesville, VA

I like featherbeds
In them I dream
Joyous dreams
Of sublime wishes
Of aspirations;
I want to be a painter!
But I am instead a fainter,
Me, my pillow, this bed
Is so squishy ishy ishy,
Soft; nearly velveteen!
And ripply like water
When I sink into it
Envelops me
Way past three
In the afternoon
I rise this late
(I can’t help this fate), for
My bed is sooooooooooo
Squishy Ishy Ishy!
Just like this palm
I write with
I draw with
I paint with

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i love this so much!


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