The End of My Pink Cake Life (poem version)

Alyssa confesses she’s a little bit squirrel-brained, as in the way squirrels hide their nuts and forget about them. She puts stuff in places and proceeds to forget they exist. Fortunately, she found her contest entry as otherwise, you’d never know she likes vegetables more than meat, can sneeze like thunder, and confesses she has a secret talent for drawing blades of grass. (In case you were seeking someone of this particular bent.) On pondering the larger philosophical questions of the universe, she’d really like to know why people say life is short when it’s the longest thing we’ll ever know. And most vitally, she’s willing to confess right now she has no idea what she’s doing.