ORIGAMI Mom’s got a talent for origami but she can’t fold me into the jock Dad wants me to be At least she knows not to try
ANGIE Angie’s the athlete Why should I compete with her Why can’t Garvey be like his sister I heard Dad ask when I was eight Mom said That’s the wrong question Ask Garvey what interests him Talk to him honey Yeah Dad I thought Talk to me But will he I wish I knew
SUMMER LOST AND FOUND Stories are breadcrumbs Just follow the trail of books and you will find me lost among the galaxies of scorched stars and ships to Mars
STARS Stars on my ceiling wink at me when the full moon comes for a visit I might return the favor someday at least in my dreams For now I strap on chapter four of Mars Rescue study the console then ease back on the throttle for a smooth flight through star fields
