TMSIATOYOI

i wrote a poem when i was 7 
about everything i loved 

dotted computer glyph 
i called it:

The Morning Star
Is A Treasure 
Of Your Own Imagination

so certain,
of everything i loved,

my cat Bo Bo, sweet rice crackers
wrapped in seaweed, the curling poster
of children pushing a wagon sized tomato
on the wall

belonging to myself,
the poem
the place

cozy snail's shell adorned
with billions of pin holes,

glow in the dark green
flooding the edge's
edge