this hedgehog

this hedgehog does not belong to me.

she is prudence, and she belongs to my sister, ramona.

ramona let's me name most of her pets.

she is very nice, that way.

hedgehogs make good friends, surprisingly.

they are both sharp and round,

and as you can see, their ears are sort of...

teddy-bearish.

take me disappearing

de puchi u bon chang

le petit prince

the foxes funeral procession

three poems, age 7

The Hotdog.

listen to my story for it's funny

though it's dumb

once when i ate a hotdog

i saw blood upon my thumb

i thought it was

a papercut

but you must understand

it was just a splat of ketchup

that had splatted on my hand

Fred.

i could not pull a weed

so i named it fred

is it sour grapes that i cried when he was dead?

The Toad.

in a tank at school there is a fat and warty toad.

just as cold and wet and lonely as a rock beside the road.

when the teacher brought him in

he gave my classmates joy and gladness.

but to me, he seems to be

the very soul of sadness.