Wanted by Holly Brook

giant

looking up (from below)
i

sit on the ground.
i look

up at trees. / they seem bigger
than

they really are, leaves shaking
in

the wind. they shine.
i

feel smaller, too.
one

life will end (paper balls crumpled up
beside me) / .

/ the tree says
it's okay.

it's bigger
than

the crease (above my head)...

Opportunity by Pete Murray

dancing

seven hours later (as i / attempt
a

massive

clean, your name comes up.
it surfaces

quietly, like whip cream / in
dish soap (and)

it consumes me.
you

drive.
/ far.
/.

two hours (in)
i staple

a cotton ball
to my / cup of tea

and realize
what i've done.
ripping

up receipts), i
tore you out

of my heart, and
it

felt good.
(things)

washed clean.

Fallin' For You by Colbie Caillat

post

you (verve) trot towards me
and

say, trotting / a trollop / with

the audacity
to tell me

i didn't love you
(good) enough.

well

i don't have (a horse) but
if i did

i would point him
far

away / from you (and)
your

vicious tenacity,
your

pursuit of perfection.
it

annoys me (the nerve) the
fast

gallop
into dalliance, the
defiance

of
kid-hood.
take it away.

Humble Me by Norah Jones

window

oh (wary angel)
shine

on me,
light in my eyes/ you sit
next to me,

licking your paws.
i

wonder.
nine lives
(are not)

enough
to glory/you   (glorified)

presence/ you,

still here.
i'm not enough.
twelve years

you sit and (wait) for me,
faithful

in
every/thing.
shine,

oh shine,

that little light on me.
i

pray...

Twenty Years by Augustana

eat

i am two.
i

light a candle
(on my cake)

and blow it out, i
puff.

i am fluffy.

i look for eggs
(i put green things

on

my nose)
i find scruffy

dogs
inside my pockets.
i

am two.
(two).

and i love you.

Come On by Ben Jelen

trial

easter (saved me) with
her

fluffy

/ flowers / her feathers
curled up in a ball.
i

take my bath
like a bird,

holding friday

(as a saturday)

in my pocket.
easter

grass / pink dresses / kingdom come.
i

tie my days in

a bunny-colored    k(not)...

Summer by Derek James

growth

erupting (out of spring) i
 wonder

who you're talking to

when (you say things)
like

periscope

and floral / percolation.
i

pick myself up
off the ground,
growing

fast
/
and hoarding
little flowered shoot(lets)

/lace-edged faces/
and

i tell you no.
you

must be (kid)ding...