Elizabeth Mietz


She was yellow in all the best ways

From her daisy colored hair

To the sun in her smile 

I wanted to consume every spec of her being in hopes of being that happy

But my lips aren't miracle workers They're

more like social workers 

Underpaid and underappreciated 

Overworked and spread thin

Petals plucked I'm just a stem 

Aching to be full again