Reid@YWP

In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.

the title page has a heart drawn upon its yellowish hue,

C+M on an arrow, almost but not quite covering

TEN POEMS: VOLUME ONE and I turn the page quick,

eager to see this play out,

the world is colder than before

north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and

my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),

rubbing my hands together and