I ask the moon for a star, and it gives me a rock. Not its rock, but a rock that reminds me more of the earth than the moon. Instead of gray moondust, it's full of lush greens with small brown cracks. It has gray scars along its sides that remind me of fossils, a … Continue reading I asked the moon
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I’m a bad puzzle piece
Everyone has straight and curved sidesThey know what they want andThey know what they’re good atBut I’m not one to follow the crowd I somehow molded my edges to a pointTo poke into everything andI can’t state a reason as to whyI get my nose into so many things I’m crawling through the mudPoking at … Continue reading I’m a bad puzzle piece
Robin LeeAnn 