the boy with gold hair
and mean friends says,
"you keep stuttering as if
the engine of my mother's
car has possessed you."
i'm sorry, i'm sorry
the girl with the thick lenses
and the worn notebook says,
"your hands are shaking
like crisp autumn leaves
trembling in november."
i'm sorry, i'm sorry
the boy with a dark scowl
and slick black hair says,
"you spend the whole class
watching the pencil sharpener
like it owes you something."
i just want to be
i n c o n t r o l .
YOU ARE READING
drowning ✓
Poetryopen water swimming lessons in a revealing bathing suit [ eighth grade ]
