Mind Reading
Mind Reading
I can read the minds of inanimate things
One time I knew the Listerine was almost out
But I don't even use Listerine, it's my boyfriends
And when I told him I could see he was shocked
- it was his Listerine after all.
I even knew when to clean the coffeepot too,
that this time it needed more than a rinsing.
Or what about when the floor needed to be mopped?
No one else seemed to know to clean the floor or coffeepot,
so I knew that this power was special.
One thing that I’m really good at-
knowing when a blueberry, on the vine, is ripe
which is even more crazy because I’ve never had a garden!
But I got so good at this the summer after second grade
that a neighbor even called my mom about it.
Some things are harder to read- like icy gravel
or stairs. You just can never tell when the universe
wants you flat on your ass.
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