Young Folk's Memories

 I didn’t go to practice

today.

Because my coach is on trial

for his little girls,

his precious little girls.

He never touched me and WHY do I care?

 

My poems are

never good enough for you, who

got good grades in high school and

went to community college

but they aren’t good enough

for me either.

 

I came home drunk

and I threw up on the rug

and made my mother worry

that I was bulimic.

 

This is High School: Our best years

 

I’ll remember you:

when you held my hand

even though you were still mad

and what you said

when I wore my blue winter coat

and the day, even

you helped me wash string beans

instead of watching Uma.

and remember

writing this poem expecting to still want to kiss you.

Reviews

[Leah T]

i feel like each stanza is tied together with the "This is high school" line, and i like at the end how the only memory that matters isn't ostensibly connected to high school at all - once again, you make the reader work to connect it together. must i tell you again that your poetry is beautiful? it is.

[Mountain Dawn]

I like the style but I almost feel like there are two poems here. I love the "This is High School: Our best Years."
I love the Oxi-moron (Don't think that is spelled properly, 'oh well')
Anxious to reed more of your work.

[Christina-Marie]

Your writings are really inspirational. Real depth to them and I like that. I need to broaden my writings.