She takes a shower in the dark
for the romantic notion
of the notions she has.
In a world where
brunettes are blondes
and curls are flattened to fit
like paper sheets
between careless fingers,
she is wavy gold,
pale moonlight skin in a
blue waterworld.
She has hope, but still fears
to write “I,”
to get off the phone at 2 a.m.
and lie still in the lonely silence,
to swim to paradise.
Maybe she should be alone.
Maybe she should be.
for the romantic notion
of the notions she has.
In a world where
brunettes are blondes
and curls are flattened to fit
like paper sheets
between careless fingers,
she is wavy gold,
pale moonlight skin in a
blue waterworld.
She has hope, but still fears
to write “I,”
to get off the phone at 2 a.m.
and lie still in the lonely silence,
to swim to paradise.
Maybe she should be alone.
Maybe she should be.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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