Keep Digging I caressed the rocks as if I were stroking a baby’s head-- unwilling, fearful of evoking its cries. Even brushing the surface made me cringe. I closed my eyes, unwilling to uncover these ancient bones buried deep underground for eons. Investigating the remains of an animal, the truth behind its death, and whether it was a tragedy or deserved. - Sappy
my childhood dream i had not realized that growing fruit was a possibility until i laid eyes on a potted orange tree in my parent’s friend’s house i didn’t know growing plants indoors was possible either i was fascinated that trees could come in my size and a tree my size could already be producing fruit whenever i was dragged to another one of my parent’s friend’s houses i would always look around to see if they also had an orange tree or if the first tree i ever saw was just a dream - Sappy
Stand Each step that weighs down a soul should be weighed down with happiness and each fall filled with tears of laughter. Get up. Use the 13 muscles of a smile instead of the 47 of a frown. - Sappy
An Unfortunate Cookie The only fortunes my family is okay with wasting are the fortune cookies we receive after we pay the bill at a Chinese restaurant. I crush them as much as I can until the plastic bag it’s in pops. I take out the slip of paper with the red ink that stamps empty promises accompanied by lucky numbers that were never lucky enough to win me the lottery. Then I toss the cookie into the decorative koi pond. I have more fun feeding them than feeding myself. - Sappy
Serenity I’m grateful that a piano can absorb ugly and form beauty. My hands sink into the weighted keys, my foot onto the pedal. It’s cold and hard to the touch but smooth and glossy. It endures my beatings and rage, a secret only we share, impossible to expose. & by the end, the weight on my chest has left me. - Sappy
From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably I’m determined to become rich with loving memories of you and I. Unlike money, love can’t be measured, so prove you love me with a savings account of romantic adventures: Front-row seats to a symphony of your snores and whispers. A limited edition perfume of your morning breath. A proposal so sweet it’s topped off with a ring pop. A honeymoon lavishly decorated with your goofy smile. Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger. I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love. If you’re okay with that, won’t you be my lover, my clearance aisle breadwinner? - Sappy
