i believe in whirs

Where Childhood Went

The teeth sold to fairies
are tombstones in the graveyard of the fireflies.

By their cold caught light
you can make out the big house submerged

in the backyard creek,
thought-minnows spinning in motes in the attic.

The lovely young parents, so long preserved,
are showing signs of rot;

the kitten named Princess, signs
of invisibility. But look, the old dolls

are doing well; they smile and smile.
And the witch? Darling,

t h e w i t c h w a s r e a l.

-kim addonizzio

willing

I feel myself losing innocence
   by being alive
   for having eyes
   a mind
it was never a blank slate
   a white canvas takes many colors to make it so
I was perhaps never innocent
   even out of the womb
but part of me felt connected to the purity
   part of me still does
an innocent emergence
   from the oneness
or perhaps a carefully-made conscious decision
   perhaps I chose my birth date
   my parents & family & community
   beforehand
   before it was so to me now
And now I find myself
   in alignment with destiny
I wonder how I got here
   where am I going?
   I ask
   the answer unfolds through experience
   Destiny
Innocence is a miracle
   perhaps real only through limited perspective
   how one views a child's mind
   Is a child's mind innocent?
I feel like I am slowly losing innocence
   slowly steadily surely
   purity seeps out through my pores as I breath
   where is it going?
   what am I taking in?
   what do I gain if I agree to lose the clear surface?
I'm not sure what I'm looking for
   but I know that I'm willing to make the sacrifice