sunny, still

i like to think of myself sunny
like when i first got my green jacket with fur
funny like the taste of my first cheesecake
not sweet like honey - sweeter like the
kiwi juice my mom got from the dollar store
cue Angie who helped me finish it all

i like to see myself lovely

like the rain that moistens the drought

bubbly like cotton candy that disappears 

in the mouth, lips sweeter than the words they make out

but still, often ugly 

if the waterworks start pouring down

i wish i could split myself in two

Norah full of rage

Norah full of loveliness

one shunned, the other exalted

and i could give her to the world

but i would swaddle my rage, 

i would cradle her so

soft and loving - only then would my rage know 

what it is to be sunny, to be lovely

to be rage, to still be loved despite