The Library will be closed May 28-29 for Memorial Day.
first; to detect a charlatan, check pulse.
is it too fast? then it’s a fake.
body too fat? a fake.
check body temperature. is the skin a frigid north pole, breakable like a stick?
I am in love with a girl… who is afraid of breakfast,
who brews coffee in the morning like gasoline feeding a starving engine.
Her fingers dance around the machinery of her waist out of step with reality.
145: i looked normal for a girl my size, a little extra meat on my bones but nothing to make me despise the body i lived in. Until i started comparing myself to the girls around me. maybe i should lose a couple pounds see that’s how it started.
The summers of my childhood meant dirty feet from playing ball without shoes, calloused hands from one too many rounds of the monkey bars, and racing to eat popsicles before the humidity melted their contents away. I was a good kid, but also a curious one.
(A palindrome poem meant to be read top to bottom,and then bottom to top)