is it such a crime that I want to

feign interest & then run off?

it might be worthwhile

to sit beneath the

dogwood tree

and

write stories in my head.

it might be worthwhile

to revisit practicing my letters on

creamy white flower petals.

it might be worthwhile

to braid onion grass and dandelions

into faerie princess crowns.

it might be worthwhile

to be a child again.

and later, in the spirit of being

seven-years-old & forgiving,

I'll tell you

that I never meant to crush your heart

into flower pieces that smell like spices

and

unrecognizable velvet bits

forever hiding out in my dresser drawer.