The following poem came out of a writing workshop I lead on Monday night. I was drawn to a salt and pepper shaker of Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket. I was also inspired by Wallace Stevens’ poem: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird (albeit my poem is way shorter).
Let’s not even talk about noses and lies.
Some days all I want is to be a real boy, too.
Crickets annoy me.
Let’s admit it, everyone has the propensity to be a jackass.
The old man made me from wood.
Of course, being a girl comes with strings attached.
I think I’d quite like hiding in the belly of a whale for a little while.
Where is my shimmering star fairy?
God, who doesn’t want to run away and be in a traveling circus?
The wolf tricked me.
I only let him tie my up so that I wouldn’t become kindling.
I was on my way to school one day when….
No, I’m not a liar.