Bethany Bowers
	Keep playing hopscotch Marry the boy with the red hair and freckles. Set free a yellow dandelion bouquet. Swim deep in a sea of talking crabs and forgetful seagulls. Sing your way out of a shell and into fins. Rot your teeth out of your head with blue and yellow webs of sugar. Let mold grow deep into your sheets. Watch out the green, eyed monster under your bed really does exist, with blue horns, and long black claws. Set fire to all your homework, watch it burn and smolder sending smoke signals to the mystery gods in the clouds. A decade from now Mom will be gone and won't tell you clean your room.

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