weintraub chapbook
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Coloring Outside of the Lines
By Samantha Weintraub
Unicorn
Little unicorn
With your one horn
Nobody can see you but I know you exist
Why don’t you want to prove yourself?
Are you a scary creature?
Are you not as beautiful as we have made you up to be?
We have growing expectations of you.
You’re magical.
Or so we think. Do you not want us to be disappointed?
I won’t be.
Maybe you’ll disappoint yourself
Unicorn,
You have the highest expectation of all.
“Dreams are the playground of unicorns.”
-Unknown
Strawberry Banana Smoothie
I remember the desire to blend in
if we didn’t blend in then we would sorely stick out
I don’t remember why
I remember blending in too much until I was nothing but the seeds of fruit stuck to the blade at
the bottom of the machine
rotten and sour when everyone else left
I remember the exclusivity of a whisper
the need to know the secrets it held
trying to uncover the mysteries and confusion
I remember hating you
I don’t remember why
maybe you fit in all too well
that was just another mystery that I didn’t understand
I don’t remember why
I remember that it was important that I understood it all
years later and I still don’t
I’ve managed to take myself off the sharp spinning blade
now I don’t remember why I ever clung so tightly
Puppet
Your mouth moves but the words aren’t yours
Don’t claim them as your own
You’re controlled by someone else
Unoriginal individuality isn’t individuality at all
Doesn’t it get boring?
Thoughts running like race cars outside of your head
Strings pulling at your arms
Force
You to hug what you don’t love
Thoughts running like race cars trapped inside the stadium
Black and white checkers contained
Don’t color outside the lines
“We’re so trendy we can’t even escape ourselves.”
-Kurt Cobain
Memories
The pictures of us clutter my desk
Turning into a computer
Filled with memory and empty spaces
50GB
Frames and glares
That captivate my eyes for hours
So long that they start to shed a dried out tear
Perhaps the computer should be powered down and
Forgotten
A clear history, a blank desktop
Yank the memory card from its holder
Watercolors
melt into the page like a drop of water
colors spreading throughout the canvas
cover the creases with beauty and color
spread out even more with the stroke of the brush
lighting up what once was dull
contained to 8.5 by 11 but free as a rainbow fish
floating on top in a bubble
spilling out of the black and white and glossing it over with gold