I thought girls actually used pencils to darken lines beneath their eyes. The same pencils we used to take bubble tests. That seemed so brave to me. Like something a pirate would do. Lined up in the hallway, waiting to march out to the playground, … Read more
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My sadness is a tail that shakes
out behind me. What have I ever been
Watch me bring these walls down. Thrashing
even as I walk from room to room.
I check all the windows,
and out on the porch.
I check the … Read more