Middle
School Rainbow Box
I’d
like to live
In
the rainbow striped box
On
your desk
You’d
pick up the box
With
the jaunty gross grain hot pink ribbon
To
swing along by your side
The
box I imagine filled with
Candy
treats or surprise sparkle pencils
Sunshine
treats to the diligent that seek perfection
Or
it could hold scarlet pink slips
Handed
out the those belligerent brave ones
That
bucks the system and spends afternoons
With
the in-house vice squad
Where
purple dreams go “poof”
And
parents rail violet to
Teachers
via electronic emissions
Defending
their darlings against
the
one time punishment
that
doesn’t even go on any record
Or
the box may be empty
to
those that look for something there
and
see nothing, but a morose mug starring
back
at them out of the misty mirror
It
is what the blue boys and girls imagine
as
they sob in stark white tiled bathrooms
with
steal accents and the hard surfaces
echo
back to them a single existence
Until
they imagine the walls to reflect red
and
close, crumbling in on them
as
they wipe down their arms
They
huddle down in a ball
on
the floor, clutching to their chests journals,
full
of deep moss green secrets
growing
from their bellies which growl
carving
out space for the orange creamsicle love they long for
There
is always room for this tasty treat
they
imagine how good it will taste, or it did
once
when they thought they were close to it
They
imagine the super saturated taste to burst
through
and explode into all the colors of the rainbow
Like
this box that shows the spectrum
Of
this beginning point in puberty and propensity,
Living
between skipping, running, and sliding off,
This
highway from birth to adult-like existence
Which
is supposed to be our “pot of gold”
Or
magic box, which only appears
when
our sunshine is mixed with rain
do
we see all those beautiful colors
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