Reid@YWP

Loud and noisy

the 8th grade jury had taken over the partially empty classroom

with nothing to do

no work

(it was the second day after Thanksgiving break)

playing cards dancing through the air

Feet in thick socks 

Shuffle through the halls 

And across the kitchen floor 

Hands reach into cupboards 

Rearranging and putting away

Mugs 

And plates

The moment I first saw you, I knew to be afraid.

When I was little,

the window was a battlefield of light,

streetlights turned into stars,

and the world moved fast enough

for a hero to keep up with me.

He ran beside the car,

Being a teenager means 

Schrodinger's cat isn't just a concept anymore 

The person you are 

is simultaneously alive and dead