LIT 150

Category: Something

Why you needed poetry

Because you were 13. Fresh to school. On the edge of being you. Or, on the edge of believing a story about you being you. Deodorant. No no no. Antiperspirant was new. A habit we hadn’t formed. You sweat when nervous. The owls. The tigers. The foxes. They all pass by. Your arms glued down. […]