it was raining
that day after
class
seventh grade
and I,
socially akward
braces
gangly
quiet
abandoned my thick
black glasses,
tossed away
refrain
and
danced in it.
"get out of there."
this came from
my gym teacher
on duty
afterschool.
dripping wet,
I kicked a puddle
his way
in response.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC