Ms. Carteno 303
The ruler looks like a long finger pointing at a window
and like a sword swinging in a war and like a wand playing
a trick on a kid.
The pencil
it is a lot of things.
It goes
to war
with paper
and the
grey graphite
is the remains of
their enemies,
it is like
a baton
the fingers
done with
the pencil
or it can
be a
wizard’s
wand casting
a spell on
evil monsters,
filling the
paper wirth
grey nothingness.
The bird is going to fly
through a galling building and
is injured.
Ms. Carteno 304
Salt grain, salt grain, salt grain is like the middle child
of the family, the sugar is like the smallness I felt
because I’m short. A really small rock is like the big brother
of the family. The kool-aid is like the little brother and the sand
is like the evil twin in the family.
And the broken crumbs around like the favorite cousin.
Ms. Carteno 308
A pencil is like a ton of people crossing a bridge.
A pencil is like a stick that
people write with.
A pencil is like a rocketship and
the eraser is the engine.
A metro going 100 miles an hour
breaks gone.
People panicking and the train
stops because the breaks are back.
Sticky notes
as boring as possible
until you imagine it as a house with no roof
wind breezing through.