Reid@YWP

I've never been much of a fighter.

I take hits like glass takes baseballs

like fire takes to rain.

Glass breaks and fire goes out.

I've never been much of a fighter.

A retaliator, resister

I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books. 

Little did I know that would later come true. 

It’s not quite what I imagined, though. 

Remember your past

For it makes you

Who you are.

Remember to ask yourself

Who are you?

Remember the good times

But also keep the bad.

Remember to keep your values

Our friendship started with a story,

Really:

When we cradled our violins

And swept our bows through the air,

Giggling as we peeked into the holes

All along the ticking surface

All the sand along the edge

All deep down in long dry throats:

Fingers press.

Hands Press.

All from loose and baggy skin

Round half-lucid teary minds

Being a Vermonter is spending six months of the year wearing a jacket.

Being a Vermonter is running outside in nothing but leggings and a sweater, thinking it’s springtime when it hits 47 degrees.