Anna Banana Color Crayon
To my resume I can add sharpie pens
And colored pencil
Sea monkeys,
That come to life, with just a little water
And crayons that change color with my breath
With this I am more than Qualified
To write a history
I can leaf through notebooks
Of abstract words
Drawing on myself for inspiration and advice
I can count out pennies and dimes
Pulled from the cushions of my couch
To buy cigarette, and off brand candy
Back track a whole day using toy store receipts
I know somewhere I have lost something
A lucky quarter or a baby tooth
Somewhere in-between childhood and writing
I forgot the words you used
Now I relay on notes, short stories
And crayons that change color
To get my baby teeth back
Candy wrappers in place of chocolate kisses
I used to carry hot sauce in my coat pocket
And offer it to those between shyness and conversation
Lost in the illustration of a lifetime
I super glue loose change to the side walk
To find my way back
Somewhere on your body
There is an inkwell
Something slippery and black
Sliding down you skin
A half finished idea
A poem from a million years ago
In you a find stories
Never before seen by man
Condom wrappers flushed and
Loose leaf paper
A half finished portrait
Of ink and swirling rubber
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Submission Name: Anna Banana Color Crayon
