Starbucks

Introduced to me
in a bookstore,
with a gift certificate
the first coffee shop
I have ever been to,


a frappuccino
is what I love.
and I spilt a cheesecake
with my sister.

we look at dog books
and talk about which breed
we want to have.

we do not have a dog,
but I learned how to play
with my brother’s dog.
I learned the language of dog.

At the bookstore, it is so beautiful
my sister used to work at a library.


I used to work at that library.
I wonder if they give me a good reference?
I was a little crazy, and slow
because I stopped to put all the books back in order
and I drank lots of coffee.
thinking about it fills me with sadness.
give me a chance today!
and I will be quick like the others,

can I ever have a topic other then sleep?
my brothers yellow car,
days at the beach before we had air conditioning,
I give up… I sleep.

I am back,
I rested for a minute,
I was sting my a bee two times
at once
one on my arm
and one on my foot
at that point I decided to run.
my mom told me to take
one of her big Ibprophine’s
it was interesting.


I don’t like the idea of drugs,
I am in pain, but people didn’t used
to have medication so why take a painkiller?
the energy is out due to a snowstorm,
it is cold and it is a lazy day.
I am under the blanket
people used to rough it out
I’m not going to let drugs touch me


ha ha ha ha ha
I have to use mind-altering medication
I don’t even drink
I don’t smoke, never tried

so being a good girl
doesn’t save your mind
and taking care
not to get addictions
because I know I am addictive,
have you seen me play video games?

I wonder if
my family has the same
addictive tendencies,

I know my brothers
have the same

Mountain Dew for one,
but he has stepped away from it
Sports for another, keeps him healthy
and Video Games, like me.

Only I am not addicted
to anything other then sleep.
Once it was Video Games
I wish I could regain that,
for a while it was T.V.,

you have to do something
if you are antisocial
my Dad calls me antisocial
in a way he was right


Do you want to go see your Grandpa?
asked my mother.
No.
He is dieing.

He died, and I didn’t go to see him
in that time he was in between
I stayed at the house.
I hardly leave the house,

I make the now clean
and empty basement my own.
I am going to play basketball
in middle school
like my siblings
I’m going to get in shape
run in place
watch the clock,

there is a keyboard
of my brothers
I am going to use it
and I will teach myself to play,
and with this pencil
and this paper
I will make art
I will become a good artist.


Another summer I attempted to write a novel, fiction.

Aww,
the Blogger site
isn’t working right now.
I would have posted. I really would have.

Good here goes.