It was Thursday, so
we cracked up / we cracked open
like the sunflower seeds
I used to find
my mother cracking
open between her teeth, shells
piled up on the kitchen counter after school.
We’re cleaning up this pity party
popping the balloons / putting back the
broken glassware together
and sweeping the sunflower seeds
back into the bag.
We’ll run through
a field and pretend that
everything is just like it was
before. It was Thursday, so
we cracked up / we cracked open
for the last time in
a long while.
Amelia Bai is a teen writer from Michigan. She is interested in writing that explores human nature and takes up all the space it can. Besides writing poetry, she spends her time writing and designing for her high school newspaper, reading, and making ceramics.