Everything is not All

Everything is not All

The laugh of a child

who has everything,

and wants more.

Biting his lip

for the taste of blood.

Reasoning;

“everything is not all.”

And he hides

a mason jar of tears

under his bed,

next to the high heel shoe

he stole from

his mothers closet.

And at night

when the moon

hangs in slivers,

he is 4 inches taller,

scooting his heal to

the back worn leather

of mommies missing magenta footwear.

He likes what he sees

in the yellow light,

but he doesn’t like,

what he feels.