Reid@YWP

The sleek gray metal of the bench chills my legs

It always has-

Even when my dad and I used to watch the sun sink into the night

Little girl, little girl

Why’ve you got boy’s hair?

Why’ve you got weird sentences

spilling from your mouth

And why’ve you got the wrong words

When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.

Simple sweetness is this melody,

a single tear of destiny that betrays its maker,

Slipping down off a nose

And onto red, red clothes

that were white once.

I was running down the street when it started to rain 

So I took out my hearing aids. 

The world quieted around me. 

I kept on 

running,  

each foot fall