Thursday, March 20, 2014

A Message

A Message

You sang a song in sixth grade choir 
and it means something

You were made an alto but could fill in as a tenor
and it means something

You sent a message to yourself in the future
by standing in front of your blue locker and thinking
hard, I will remember this time

when I rolled my shorts up so high

when I presented to the class about Hera and her peacocks

Here is how I carry my books in front of me
Here is how I walk alongside a boy
Here is how I get out of the shower to answer the yellow phone
on the wall in the kitchen
hair dripping on the hardwood floor

It worked
I can go back to that hallway
to watch

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