To the friends I can't remember
Originally Published: June 5, 2017
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Slumped in a bus seat
Patched together by duct tape and hope
Sat a single girl amidst testosterone-fueled chaos
Wisps of hair stuck to her face
Damp from the sweltering heat of the South
She tolerated
Only because her mind tended to wander
Away from the patchy grass that was yellow year-round
The littered plastic of empty wrappers
The flat, beige prisms that rose from the ground
She always thought she would forget
The friends she would leave behind
Which was perfectly fine
Because they would forget her too
But when she stepped off the bus
A few years later
A cap resting crooked upon her head
Like a crown
Its tassel swinging like a pendulum
Always in the corner of her eye
Like the Grim Reaper waiting
Ticking the time away
She couldn't recognize a face in the crowd
Not in her classmates draped in the same school colors
And she realized she would always remember
She had no friends to forget
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Finding Our Constellations
PoetryWe look up at the stars and find in them a constellation. This is a collection of letters written in the form of poetry. Inspired by the ups and downs of high school.
