I am everybody, who are you

We tried on personas Like costumes Hippies in jeans and macrame The POW bracelet staying on our wrists Through the Continue reading →

Uncle John’s Pancake House

Come Eat Uncle John’s pancakes In the middle of the school day Come on along or go alone you’re bound Continue reading →

Narnia

My high school had a deep front yard Policed as such spaces will be by teachers, passing traffic and the Continue reading →

The last door

We gathered the names Of our lost mates Some remembered Some forgotten All beloved The ones who shared the confines Continue reading →

Being a girl at the cusp of equality*, such as it is

In gym class We were infantilized In puff-pantsed rompers One piece, prison-blue At the dance Which you could only attend Continue reading →

Overlap

Like photo paper Exposed to many images Our memories overlap Here is shop class And here civics There a teacher Continue reading →

Formative

Did we know what would form us What would last beyond and through Our unformed youth Do we look back Continue reading →

Tribes

The thing about our tribes Is how fluid they were Until they weren’t We unlocked the expectations of others Until Continue reading →