Introduce Yourself

J. J. is a stellar slut selling stuff solidly. She is the answer to world peace. She is the reason why spaghetti falls off of forks. She was close to becoming Mo jo jo jo from the “Power Puff Girls”. Her favorite fruit are ostrich eggs. She cries silently into her pillow when she sees the sun come out of hiding. When she was younger she put her finger an electric socket. She died the next day because she stupidly put her finger in an electric socket. She revived from the dead, although the dumbass put her finger in an electric socket. She doesn’t know why she keeps on saying that she put her finger in an electric socket. She didn’t actually write this bio because she sucks at writing… To sum it all up, J is a girl that likes to write, to have fun, and occasionally lie to her readers.

Silver With Envy

The day was dull until the door shot open. She ran towards me. She sat down. Took a breath. Told me she had big news to tell. I looked at the family photo behind her. Two proud parents. But they weren’t looking at me. She came first. I glanced back at her. Because if I didn’t, she’d whine. She wore an ebony black sweatshirt that day, and a bright white smile. I nodded. She launched. Her arms were not hanging, limp, lifeless at her sides. Nor crossed across her chest like mine. But active and expressive as she explained what had happened today. Her fingers squirmed. Wriggling like the live octopus legs I one time had at a sushi restaurant. They acted as though by moving as much as possible would somehow save them from being eaten. Her legs swung, back and forth. The same tempo as this annoying metronome I used for one clarinet lesson. I smiled slightly. She showcased a piece of paper that represented her achievement. Her ‘great’ feat was silver. I scoffed. Her silver couldn’t afford my praises. Not gold? I asked. I thought just because you tie a pretty ribbon on trash doesn’t make it special. Just because there were words like ‘NASA’ and ‘national competition’ doesn’t mean you’re some kind of genius. Just because mom and dad looks only at you doesn’t mean you’re gold. And I’m silver. She wore an ebony black sweatshirt that day, and an ebony black frown to match.

Ode to Red Velvet Cupcakes

Glance at it

Want it

You know you shouldn’t have it

So turn away

Yet look again

It’s as pretty as a blushing bride

Dressed in white

Something borrowed

Something new

Something old

Something of red hue

Grab it

Pop it

Won’t taste red

Would taste chocolate

Venture further

Light and airy

Almost like bubbles

It crumbles
Onto the floor

So we eat it

Off of the floor

But it’s fine

Let them eat red velvet cupcake

Thoughts for today

The bed creaks at night.

I tossed and turned

Just like I did

When I made spaghetti

One night at home.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Meatballs sound so good right now.

Especially the ones from IKEA.

My sister spent a lot of time there.

Looking at furniture,

Comparing prices.

When before we just

Bought what we wanted.

Buying things.

Shopping seems like

Every single woman’s favorite hobby

Right next to flirting.

I don’t flirt.

But I do love grocery shopping.

Does that count?

Others say it doesn’t.

Some people still count

Tibet as part of China.

So I guess

I could be considered a woman.

It just depends on

What side of the border you’re on.

Tibet.

Mom’s going to Tibet.

Abandoning my younger sister in Korea

In order to ‘find herself’.

Never in her life

Has my sister been

Left behind in a foreign country before.

I’m pretty sure she’ll get used to it.

We all had to.

I just hope my sister doesn’t

Fall off a cliff over there.

Like I almost did.

Cliff hanger.

I hope this poem doesn’t end in-