Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Rachel

Rachel talks to fairies when she's scared-
they're always there,
and she's never coming back to the Midwest.

She reads Tolstoy and Carroll all alone
when no one's home,
and she hopes that someday love will save the world.

Rachel loves to laugh and dance to jazz;
she sings outloud
and she tells the perfect strangers what she means.

Rachel drinks champagne toasts in her room
to the new moon
and she swears the stars sing backup in her dreams.

1 comment:

  1. Reminds me of someone. All of your poems seem to...so relatable.

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