I did not know I liked girls yet
when I fell in love with You.
I sat
on a yellow school bus
on the edge of revelation
You were not on the bus
but in my hand
nail polish chipping
as I clutched to the phone
waiting for you to respond
"Who are you texting"
my best friend asks.
I tell her it's You
She asks me
who
You
are.
"Oh" she'll say when I tell her
about group projects and popsicle and blue shoe laces and flower crowns.
"Oh," she'll say. "Her."
We hit a speed bump
and for a moment I am airborne
wondering how it's possible
for You to be nothing to her
and everything to me
because who
could forget
You?
I never come down from that speed bump.
About the Creator
A
hi.
from death into life
Young Aldin of Wiloh had never contemplated death. It was almost strange — so many around him had the tendency to obsess over it, to clamor and claw almost desperately at their own perceptions of the end to know death as much as they could: when it would come, why it would come, where it would take them when it did.
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Fiction
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