The time I tried to live out a storybook fantasy
Written May 17,2007:
I’m growing a beanstalk. or rather,
I’m saving a beanstalk.
Right outside my bedroom window
a little weed has grown and grown and grown
and almost overnight has become a beanstalk.
minus the beans.
It’s growing right up into the clouds
and twice it’s been threatened to be removed.
Chop it down!
Pull that ugly plant out of the ground!
But I say no.
I like that beanstalk outside my window.
I want to see just how high it will grow.
Currently the stalk is as thick as a broom handle
and about 4.5 feet tall.
If for some reason
one day I disappear and you wonder…
what ever happened to Melissa.
Just know me and my golden egg
are somewhere on a beach in costa rica.
M
Update: My beanstalk fell over when it reached 5 feet tall. Apparently it was a poorly designed beanstalk. I’ve been on the lookout for a sturdier beanstalk ever since, but none of my weeds have made it over a foot or two.
