Taylor Uffens- Two Poems

Seattle,Washington

Sometimes I dream about getting out of this dump
After endless days turn into weeks

Rain does not cleanse the world

It swirls the colors together

Until they fade to a dull, colorless grey

Like paint does

Our home is in shadows 

where sun never reaches

never dries and

is always somewhat damp

Even in summer 

Dirty bare feet get chills

From below the dark green grass

And moss tears through cracks in the sidewalk

Tracking dirt in the house

until mother yells at you 

She can't tell the difference 

between the backyard

And the wood panels of our kitchen floor

La Prima Neve

I woke up two minutes before my alarm

With dreams of the nutcracker

Etched into my mind

Out my window

With frost clinging to the edge

Snow rains down

I slip past doors

Hiding sleeping Siblings

Padded past the purring cat

Who opened her eyes a slit and glared

I whispered sorry

Skipped the last step

That always creaks

And opened the lock that felt like a chain linked fence

Trying not to let any heat out

Crunched into the fresh powder

With my bare feet 

And listened to the chaotic calmness of falling snow