Fat Is Not A Fairy Tale

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
Where the princess is not
anorexic,wasp-wasted;
flinging herself down the stairs.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the beast,
where the beauty
has pillowed breast,
and has fingrs plump as sausage.

I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived
for a world not yet won,where everything round is good:
the sun,wheels,cookies,and the princess.

Love Like Salt

It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher

It Goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought

It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it

We carry a pinch behind each eyeball

It breaks out on our foreheads

We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins

At supper,we pass it around the table
talking of holidays by the sea.

Christina Spoonemore , Ang: 13

I Finally Managed To Speak To Him

He was sitting across from me on the bus.I said,"The trees look so much greener in this part of the country.In yucca valley everything looks so drab."He said,"It looks the same to me.Sshow me one that different." "That one,"I said."Which one?"he said."It's too late,"I said;"we already passed it." "When you find another one," he said, "let me know."And he went back to reading his book.




Christina Spoonemore , age: 13
P.S.:What do you think of my poetry?