Poetry: Michael Pate



momma drops you off the first day

other people screaming, crying, red eyes glitter the classroom

some other little shit calls you a shithead shithead hey shithead, whya cryin’ shithead.

(Why are you crying?)

i dunno because because (There is no because.)

shrug it off walk to the back of the classroom

and sit with a weirdo named jimmy

who smells like sweat and smoke and has snot on his shirt.

(Try again.)

meet she a girl in the back who isn’t crying who is drawing

drawing a boy and a girl under a black sky

(Why no rainbows?)

why no rainbows girl? why no rainbows?

cuz she says cuz there are none in this place

(In what place?)

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Illustrations by Max Mose

Lindsey Hutchinson

Poetry: Marc Carver