she picks herself from her petals - Courtney Campbell

she twirls her finger in strands of thought
she twirls her thought and fingers through hair

she wipes little petals from her brow
she pulls lashes from her pollen hairs

wondering at them like strangers, intruders, like fleas
she loses thought in a petal and its flea-like destiny

is it might it it might could be
if it was it perhaps I don't know maybe

take a mirror
take a comb
take a strand
take a point

Honey, look at you, with your fingers in your hair.

- it's not wrong to be who you are
- it's not wrong to want what you do

Honey, it's okay to think and twirl till it comes along.