the blog?

I have decided that I may start writing things that aren't written things. That is, things written on the blog. Blog things. So - consider this the first official non-poetry post:




thanks,

julio may
[julio f may]
[jf may]


[even though I am probably the only one that will read this]
[ever]

spending recess by myself

After we had eaten our apples
(because doctors are scary)
we used to swallow the seeds.
We took a handful of dirt (a small one)
swallowed it and made it go down our throats
with lots of water (lots of it).
We would face the sun, close our eyes
(so they wouldn't burn)
and open our mouths
so that the sun could chase the water down our throats
to our stomachs.

We knew if we stayed there long enough,
we could grow apples in our bellies.