My Nerd
A pocket-sized dragon sits on my finger,
lime green eyes blink, her nose flares electric blue,
and I rub her forehead; tame the untamed.
She purrs and toots (who knew girls farted!),
cries out with a sound reminiscent
of a whale's song. It touches my heart.
I'm smitten. I wear t-shirts to school
with dinosaurs, dragons, and mythical creatures;
ignore the chuckles of "popular" girls.
Am guilty of drawing said creatures
during class; look out the window, imagine wonders,
envision creatures yet to be discovered.
I might be laughable to those girls,
but Sparky, whom I've smuggled to class,
makes me happy.
So, I embrace my nerd, for that's my cool.
by Spencer Bednar, November 15, 2019
A poem for my Mother on her birthday.
