Even though I’ve
never worn
glittery tops
with letters
that flash my
undeniable
school pride,
and
Even though I
loathe finding
tiny flecks
of glitter stuck
to my otherwise
plain shirt
after opening
my craft closet,
and
Even though I’ve
been stuck in
the filthy mire
of the news
and its portents
of doom, haunting
my sleep, and
stealing my bliss,
My pinkie toe
sports a gaudy,
splashy, flashing
tiny triangle of hot
pink magic.
Hiding from view
under my weighted
blanket, it beams its
glittering message
to my crusty eyes.
Revealed, it flashes for
those whose lives we
hope can heal
through writing,
drawing, listing.
This random triangle
of glitter tape,
unbeknownst to me,
reminds me to
Dazzle! Twinkle!
Create a gleam!
Share your brilliance!
You may now
call me,
Sparkle Toe!
