Written by Elisa Davidson
Photographed by Lilli Drescher
Model: Lucas Pitt
MUD PIES
Mud pies
Drip down my
Arms
My pants
Stained brown
Splattered
Coarse dirt
In my fingernails
My mom
Will
Kill
Me.
MUD PIES 2
I want to put something special
In my
Mud pies
Mom always puts berries
On hers
I decided on
The blue berries
In the bush
Outside our house
They’re little
Like blue robin eggs
NEW FRIEND
never seen a beetle
Like this.
shiny
green
a new
Leaf
Waiting
To be
Noticed.
How has no one noticed him?
Maybe I would’ve missed him too
If I wasn’t
Paying attention
I let him ride
On my
Hand
So enormous
Compared to
his little body
TAG
tag
you’re
it
Hide in the bushes
So they won’t find you
Fronds frame your face
Disguises
As they hunt
tag
I’m
it
BIRDS CALLING
I started a journal
The other day
With all
The kinds of
Birds
Maybe someday
I’ll spot
The yellow-bellied sapsucker
Its Feathers
Soft and downy
Real and drawn
Pepper the
pages