I'm chasing tigers
in the rain, rushing
past trees and
fallen branches. The
ground pushes me
forward into the night
and all I can see
are fireflies like
sunspots teasing me
in the dark. The wind
sweeps the rain in
anger around trees
and branches crack
between my feet and
the ground cackles
as it calls my name and
I keep going because
tiger tails brush past
my arms as I reach out
to grab fireflies that
leave trails of secrets
in the shadows.
The Pink Obsession
I’m sort of obsessed with pink. Like pink flowers and pink umbrellas. I start the day with rose tea in my pale blush coffee mug. I tend towards pink salmon and pink grapefruit. I collect strawberry pink fireflies that exist only in my imagination when I’m sitting on my hot pink bean bag chair. I write with pink pens and I draw pink pig pens. I doodle with fuchsia markers while sipping pink raspberry lemonade. I thought I might get a cat named Pinky. And of course I’m writing this in my pink pajamas.