There you go again playing with crayons.
Can’t you just stay within the lines.
It’s awesome to be a kid at your age.
Everyone’s wish to keep experience,
romance, math,
but go back in the body of someone who has
a hand at yoyo and a hip for hula hoop.
It’s in this hallway of ochre, dusty pink,
a touch of verde, that you skip
school.
Ted Bernal Guevara is a poet whose work has appeared in Big City Lit, Rattle, THAT Review, Suisun Valley Review, Spirit Lake Review, Vita Brevis Press, Vending Machine Press, FU Review Berlin, and Cathexis Northwest Press, among others. He writes with the guiding belief that while labels can be removed, the boundaries of the mind remain limitless – “Labels, you can peel off. Minds, you don’t know where the edges are”