Confessions

Confessions

I don't like to think of myself

as the girl you watch

on the other side of the

cafe window,

repairing her lipstick,

not seeing past her own reflection,

or the one who makes excuses

to visit the restroom to inspect

her own face

or the one who doubles back

to find herself

in that car window

or that pastry case

or catches herself

in that spoon over breakfast.

But I am that girl

at the front of class

waving her hand

in desperate need

to share her urgent thoughts.

I build a class project

out of Elmer's and popsicle sticks

and present it as a gooey cathedral,

a temple to myself.

xo,

LA