(no subject)
my first boyfriend was a quiet chill
a lover that reached beneath my shirt
to cup my breasts / fingers
still enough to make me lonely
holding me close to him
in the back freezer of the
fast food restaurant where I worked when
I was fifteen / a slave
to a $120 paycheck and a fat
woman with an angry face
I think I might still have that after school poetry workshop this year. maybe I'm not perfect myself, but maybe I can at least rip some fellow high schoolers a new hole, knowing the way they write. I'll think about it once I'm settled in and I've gotten the SATs and college stuff behind me.
I don't want to go back to school!
a lover that reached beneath my shirt
to cup my breasts / fingers
still enough to make me lonely
holding me close to him
in the back freezer of the
fast food restaurant where I worked when
I was fifteen / a slave
to a $120 paycheck and a fat
woman with an angry face
I think I might still have that after school poetry workshop this year. maybe I'm not perfect myself, but maybe I can at least rip some fellow high schoolers a new hole, knowing the way they write. I'll think about it once I'm settled in and I've gotten the SATs and college stuff behind me.
I don't want to go back to school!