There were a few attempts on how to do it.
I decided to cut out paper shapes.
With no room at my desk,
at the dining room table I sit.
It's not like we eat here anyway.
But my brother tells me to "Go away!
Take your stuff and go use your desk."
I keep doing my work in protest.
My mom comes into the room.
She stretches out her bare arms.
"Who wants to do the Marathon?"
My sister comes in without hesitation.
"I'll go. I want a free shirt," is her explanation.
My brother agrees just as easily.
Ugh, if they're all doing it...
I might as well too.
"Fine," I say, holding some sticky glue.
With excitement my mom recedes to her room.
My brother turns to me,"Spiky,
pick up your stuff and go use your desk."
"Geeeeez!"
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
