in my ears.
I want to learn the language of wind
skipping over the great plains
memorize the sunrise
spilling over the Badlands
meditate on the shape of California trees
so bigand wise
I can drive right through them.
I want to grow a small green earth
in my chestfeel my lungs bloom
with oxygen and light.
Mama Alice and Mom are
laughing loud nowdancing again
no doubt
since Etta James is blaring.
I take a deep breath
and tuck my acceptance letter
under a stack of books on my desk.
Wait. Just wait to tell them,
I whisper to myself.
Then I grab my phone
and fire off a message
I’ve been meaning to send Lyric
since I caught some of
her live earlier:
Me:So, did I miss the part
where you asked me to Winter Formal?
CHAPTER 13Lyric
LIP OF THE DAY:
Bling Dream
