My sister
is an artist
She draws
people, mostly
And she makes everyone
look so
beautiful
I like that
Maybe it's silly
Maybe it's naive
But sometimes
I look at people
And think about their lives
I wonder what's broken,
what's damaged,
what needs repair
But lately
I've made guesses
about what's
beautiful
What they're good at
What makes them happy
Their favorite
memories
The things that make them cry
because they're just so
beautiful
I have realized
that, just as my sister
draws beautiful people, I
write about them
I make songs and stories
[[ and poems, obviously ]]
about the most beautiful
things about people
And I'd like to think
that by doing so
I'm making
the world
a little more
beautiful
YOU ARE READING
SUNFLOWER BABY
Poetry"but we kept secrets from time, and I saw constellations in your smile . . . " [[ a series of poems ]]
