A Poetry Outtake from Pet
Eyes: hazel
Hips: Wide
Brain: lazy
Hair: dyed,
Amber highlights
Over red
Stories? Insights?:
Trapped in head.
Sister Erin:
“Come outside
See the sunset –”
“Oh, all right.”
Mom: still working
Sunset: light!
Homework: shirking
Rhyme: I’ve tried.
Name
Elinor’s too good for me,
too special
too fragile.
Let them call me Ellie.
That way, they won’t break
my real name.
Of Elsewhere 