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If a cupcake is a mini cake, then why don’t we eat it with a fork as opposed to taking bites while holding it? You wouldn’t even have to take it out of the wrapper, and as a bonus you wouldn’t have to get frosting up your nose. I suppose you might need a plate though.

WAIT what if you held the cupcake in one hand and then scooped it out of the wrapper with a fork or spoon. Little mess, and no plate.

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The Girl on the Playground Pt. 2

I’m the girl on the playground.

The one who collects acorns

And picks wildflowers

And chases boys

And sits on the swings

And tries the monkey bars

And is sometimes alone

And sometimes not.

I was.

Now, I’m the girl who gets invited to pool parties

But spends the entire time

rescuing bugs drowning bees,

Because I haven’t been stung by one since I was six.

I stand awkwardly to the side

Away from the group

Because I know I only got invited

as a courtesy.

But it’s ok.

Because I got to save a bug today.

Instead of playgrounds, we have

study halls and activity period.

You’ll never find me in my homeroom.

The library is my sanctuary.

Instead of gathering around swings,

We gather around books and the

semblance of maturity.

(We)

We go to school dances unironically.

I always dance, alone, while my friends stand on the sides.

I don’t mind. But sometimes

I wish they would dance.

Oh the fun we would have!

Like on the playground again.

I think we all miss that.

(We)

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The Girl on the Playground Pt.1

There’s this one girl on the playground.

I like to watch her and pretend we

are friends.

Sometimes she’s with others,

chasing these boys around the swings.

Sometimes she’s alone.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes, she’s behind the bleachers

of the old kickball fields picking wildflowers.

On rare occasions, she joins the boys and sporty girls in the game.

Other times I’ll see her on the gym equipment.

She tries the monkey bars everyday.

Never makes it past the second

She doesn’t seem to mind.

She likes to climb.

I’ll see her climb up a wall and sit up top.

It’s an isolating position. But she can see.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

I see her everyday. She likes to collect

acorns under the big oak tree.

Sometimes she’ll trade with the other

collectors.

At the end of recess, they all try to find a spot to hide the acorns

for the next day.

No matter where they put them

The squirrels will conquer.

She likes the swings.

Sometimes she will stay there the whole time.

Seeing how far she can go.

Is it possible to jump from this high?

Most of the time she looks on.

It’s a nice view.

Some days the swings are all taken.

She doesn’t seem to mind.

On rainy days, she likes to sit with a book.

While other girls gather and make

Loom bracelets with their big kits

She’s content to read the entire time.

Sometimes there’s a friend by her side.

Other times there’s not.

Sometimes they play games.

Other times they don’t.

Regardless, she doesn’t seem to mind.

I’d like to meet this girl on the playground.

Some days, I wish I could be like her.

Other days, I wish I could be anyone

But myself.

And sometimes, I just wish to be better.

I wish I didn’t mind.