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
From Your Secret Admirer Probably I like your smile: the way it crinkles your eyes at the end like an elderly person’s despite your youthful face. It makes me dream we’ll grow old together, like your overworn white tee that I wore too: I liked how the shirt smelled of you. Your scent makes me hungry. I can keep my hunger at bay by listening to my favorite piece on repeat: a cacophony of a symphony performed by our starving bodies. The melody of our groans and the rich vibrato of our stomachs harmonize beautifully. Our laughter: the percussive and catchy beat. I think we should become music majors. That way our starvation for one another will forever play in a cannon more famous than D. - Sappy
