Austin Halloween

Halloween-I see people in costumes having so much fun! I hear people giggling and laughing, ghosts “Oooooing” at people, people yelling “Ahhhh!” everywhere. I taste the sweet candy on my lips. I smell the apple scented candles and my neighbor’s chimney smoke. I feel the cold breeze on my arms. I feel excited to go to the next house!

A Letter to My Past Self

Dear past self,

Enjoy the blissful 10 hours
You indulge in per night
Because those nights will soon fly away.

Enjoy the endless evenings
With no responsibilities, no deadlines, no expectations
Because those too will soon fly away.

Enjoy the freedom of recklessness,
To not worry
About tomorrow, about the future, about life
Because this one may linger,
But will soon
Fly away
Into oblivion
With its beloved companions.

Bed

There’s a B and a D in bed
And the E represents a man
Hopefully he’s not dead
Though he probably has a tan
If you need to sleep
(which you can do by counting sheep)
Just go to a bed
And don’t tell me you’re dead!
Then you sleep
Without making a peep

What I’m From

Based off Where I’m From by George Ella Lyon

I am from ballet slippers,
From BLOCH and ETSY.
I am from the loft in the square room.
(comfy,sunny,tastes like cupcake wrappers)
I am from the marigold plant,
Which makes my day much brighter than it starts out.
I’m from flaps and precision,
From Barbara and Kaltenbach.
I’m from the trying and the sweet teeth,
From “sit down to eat” and “be careful”
I’m from Thanksgiving feasts, and community events.
I’m from Austin and the Anshels,
Chile and tacos.
From my uncle’s nighttime encounter with tarantulas,
My grandfather’s twisted ankle from Skimboards.
Under the top floor of the house there is a room marked office, filled with old books and toys of most important.
I am from the memories those things bring-
To others and to me-
Handled carefully by generations.

Gone

Gone. the handsome boy you’ve adored since second grade,
The lunch stews,
The elementary school you attended for 5 years,
Your old chewed up purple sweater,
And your disheveled, but sleek, water bottle.
Gone may they all be, but in your memory they stay as clear and polished as ever.