❝ p o l l y ❞

{ 8 }

a party was about

facing my house with

loud music,

shattered beer bottles,

dead edges of cigarettes everywhere.

the whole school was invited

excluding me of course,

for the kids at the back of the class

are the ones whose names

do not linger.

I knew you were there, too

when

I saw you between the shades of

my

window vomiting the content of

your stomach while everyone

walked by.

you just lay there on the floor

with your head held back and

I had to,

I just had to help you up.

j.c.