a quick note to daisy

Because when one of your best friends exhibits such bravery to put her whole heart in the open, you respond. Even if that response is feeble and weak in comparison. You respond. I may never be the writer she has become and I may never be so brave, but I can do a better job of trying. In her heart there is an arrow that flies true. "Nothing dormant." So in that moment when it hit and hurt the most, I wrote what was first there. Highly imperfect:

a quick note to daisy

if i had a wish

a well

a bridge

a lamp

if I had a wish

my mind would go instantly blank

a pool of black ooze would move slowly

glubbing forward

blocking the holes

no escape

if I had a wish

no eyes would flash

no noses wiggle

no snaps of fingers

if I had a wish

that pool of black ooze would move slowly

gulping forward

blocking the holes

every escape

would go eventually black

and there in the black

sweet daisy

you would tease

there in the dark

sweet daisy

you have teased

if I had a wish

a well

a bridge

a lamp

sweet daisy you would be there

no pool of black could obscure your teasing finger

and no escape I’d need

if I had a wish

sweet daisy