Saturday, April 21, 2012
Day 21: Lobject’s honeysuckle
I thought I could run away if I followed
the creek behind my house to the woods.
No one would find pigtails in this piece
of forest. Honeysuckle bushes lined my
path. I sucked sweet jelly from yellow-
white flowers imaging it gave eternal life
and invisibility—superpowers to keep me
safe if I had to cross into green and brown
with only my backpack. Living like boxcar
children from books, I would scavenge
trash into a cozy, sweet woodland home.