Write one leaf about running.
One foot going forward, the other following,
all the while feeling this burning in my chest.
Though I’m often tired and struggling,
I keep pushing forward, trying my best.
Write one leaf about spilled milk.
I look down at my regrets
spread out across the floor…
And I try not to forget
I can always go back to the store.
Write one leaf about honey.
Golden and fragrant,
a sweet fermented nectar.
Adornment for our
biscuits, muffins, croissants, and
all manner of baked goodies.
Write one leaf about being naked.
I can’t really say
I’m comfortable showing
myself to people.
For some reason I’m worried
that I’ll end up getting hurt.
A (wise) man of two faces 