Maybe, like steak, it needs to marinate. Maybe, like soup, it needs to simmer. Or, maybe, it’s like watermelon: the one food everyone else raves about, but I can never get into so I leave it alone. Geri MD 17 years old
Poetry By Geri Surrender The screen stares back at me: 9:30 pm, an unfinished assignment, a deadline due. My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.
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