Cherry Jello in Teacups
We ran through blackberry bushes chasing clouds
Nothing keeping us in this town except
How do I explain?
Cherry Jello with whipped cream on a Wednesday night when you’ve had nothing sweet for years
Mothers voice
A storm in a teacup
The elephant in the room
You should close your legs
Look where your legs are
Look before you leap off cliffs
We never did
We had bigger fish to fry
Ran head first and headlong into whatever was waiting
Catfish with needles threading dinnerplates together on Sundays after church
My hands are tied to the pews drug down the street as we speed past the city limit sign
How do we stop without road rash-covering bodies still bending to fit into family photos
How do we come back...belong without becoming what we are running from?
Miranda is an undergraduate at CSUSM. She is inspired by the everyday, an observer of the world around her, hopeful and excited to see what is around the next corner of this journey she is currently on.