Posted in Poetry

Midterm

I had a test on Sunday—
it’s the one where
you shit
yourself.

I don’t
even remember
what I wrote down
for the third
question;

How’s your vagina?”

The older I get, the worse
my handwriting gets.

It’s just so hard to
think when you know
he’s gonna leave.

Man, all that I could
focus on was how
cold my bum is,
without a
ginch on.

-11.20.17

Author:

Trying to find the right words.

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