I am seven...

I am seven
And I can climb a tree
To the very top if I want
But I don’t because I love my mother
And it scares her
To see me up so high
In the tree

I am seven
And I can bake a cake
And layer it with frosting and sprinkles
But my father tells me,
“You cannot bake until you are ten!”
I don't bake
Because ten is way far away.

I am seven
And I can read chapter books if I want
But I do not because my older brother
Says I’ll get bored with it real quick!
who wants to read and get bored?


I am seven
And I can cut the sleeves off my shirts
I can cut and I think I will
While no one else is watching!
And when they ask I will say
“sorry, I’m only seven”

ode to manevolence

I APPROACH YOU AS A FOX IN THE NIGHT
I PLAY TOMFOOLERY ON YOUR REASON
I DO A MAGIC SHOW AND YOU BELIEVE
I CONVINCE YOU OF MY SINCERITY
AND YOU TAKE AN EMBATTLING STAND
YOU SPREAD MY POISONOUS VAPOR
YOU DRINK FROM MY ENCHANTED CUP
ONLY AFTER YOU HAVE TURNED TO ASH
WILL YOUR CHILDREN’S CHILDREN
TURN THEIR RUDDY FACES
AND WISH THEY
WERE FROM A DIFFERENT LINE