NaPoWriMo Day 3: Questionable Line Breaks

Small Town

it’s late nights, cold
right though your coats
rubber soles on pavement

pave a heartbeat
scrub a phone number from your arm
and sit on black swings
until you lose feeling
until you lose feeling in your—
ass is what you should think
of him
shouldn’t you?

it’s never August sunshine, particular
color, feel, like dry grass
under your back
like knowing something for sure
the way children know
everything

it’s backseats and backyards and backwards
like missing a train
by one untied shoelace

it’s finally remembering
adventures don’t happen
until you leave home

The last thing you want, but
first thing you need

is perspective



I'm doing my best to get caught up, and once again I didn't follow the prompt. Ah well. Guess I'm a rebel. 


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Middle school ESL teacher, lover of pink, eater of kimchi, addicted to Etude House, expert procrastinator, meeter of 2-dimensionial popstars: Ana. That's me.

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