moonstone

all i am is running towards pink moons and purple train tracks.
all i am is falling into upside down wheel barrows and empty swings.
all i am is walking from the edge of quartz horizons to boulders named home.1

my fingers are inky with pulling up grass;
because all i wanted was a dandelion
when all there was was poppies,
and when all i needed was a lemon drop
and they only had wine colored cherries. 2

empty palms and butterfly palms, cry me away.
take me far from bubble gum wrappers called
my hands, and fortune telling soda caps,
somewhere with a smiling jukebox and stars
that will dance with me because all they
want is just to fly, and spin and wipe
green stains off their ripped jeans. 3

little toes and silhouettes of ankles
that are going to be role models instead
of tripping for kaleidoscope eyes and
shattered lyrics, and the glitter that
comes off of dead stars just by brushing;
the way light comes off of all of those4

who are dying and living asphyxiation.5

i don't want to be the last pickle left in the jar, the one stuck without an end.
I don't want to be the bathtub that becomes a pirate ship for lack of anything better.
or the penny no one wants,because it's not shiny but obsidian black. 6

or the faerie that's really just a piece of bark and a little girl without a doorstep and who owns plastic wings and glitter; the fairytale that was imagined by someone like her, and the last bit of light before the green flash that means something doesn't really ever 7

exist .