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from my days in kat blackbird's writing classes...
reading “other” by jorie graham
i close the book after reading a poem aloud.
i see my smudged fingerprints and realize
i do not want him to see the little trail
of palm sweat i’ve left on the plastic covering.
i try to pull the sleeves of my hoodie down
over my hands, hiding them in guilt.
the nervousness caused by the thought
of him seeing my sweaty hands causes a reaction
where the back of my neck begins to sweat
under the fleece scarf and my left eyelid
starts twitching all because of my latest
secret muse who keeps me from reading half
of my poetry out loud in writing class
because i don’t want to be too obvious.
i don’t want to be another girl that
confuses him because he’s told me- they do it!
girls break his heart, and do not call back
and i somehow got the guts to say “she’s an idiot,
because you are an amazing guy.”
which led to an increased heart rate,
which led to sweaty palms, and i am sure
i made a fool of myself this time.
reading “other” by jorie graham
i close the book after reading a poem aloud.
i see my smudged fingerprints and realize
i do not want him to see the little trail
of palm sweat i’ve left on the plastic covering.
i try to pull the sleeves of my hoodie down
over my hands, hiding them in guilt.
the nervousness caused by the thought
of him seeing my sweaty hands causes a reaction
where the back of my neck begins to sweat
under the fleece scarf and my left eyelid
starts twitching all because of my latest
secret muse who keeps me from reading half
of my poetry out loud in writing class
because i don’t want to be too obvious.
i don’t want to be another girl that
confuses him because he’s told me- they do it!
girls break his heart, and do not call back
and i somehow got the guts to say “she’s an idiot,
because you are an amazing guy.”
which led to an increased heart rate,
which led to sweaty palms, and i am sure
i made a fool of myself this time.