I can write things I said I can write a poem about how horrible death is She harrumphed and went to get a spade some seeds that would grow into blue flowers and a cigar box for a coffin We took the secret path to the secret clearing 4
There Esther dug a deep hole and I wrote I’m a good writer because I think a lot and there are lots of words inside me Huh Poems said Esther She sweated and the sun shone and birds sang in the bushes We buried the bumblebee in the black hole We planted our seeds We made a circle of red and yellow flowers 7
