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Alexander Coy
Poems
May 2016
Teddy
It was mid-August,
maybe later, when I developed
feelings for my best friend.
I think I knew
when I saw that
the trees in the
backyard were dying;
they stopped producing
oranges, their leaves were
soggy, pitiful trinkets.
It was the day after
I stopped believing in Santa;
my mother saw it on my face
when she turned around
and offered me toast bread.
I usually ate bread with my
oatmeal, but the spoon
was still on the table;
the oatmeal still in the bowl.
She asked me what was wrong
and I shrugged. I wanted to say
I was in love.
I wanted to ask if being in love
always felt this terrible; I didn't
care to go back to school, nor
study, nor become the doctor
they wanted me to be.
But that's when my father came in.
I was sent upstairs
to my room, and was told
to memorize the fifty
states.
In between reciting their names,
I could hear my father yelling
over my mother, and my mother
choking on the words, don't leave.
I could feel myself choking too.
So I walked to my window
and saw the dying orange tree;
then I thought of my friend
and how I'd like to play
with her again.
Written by
Alexander Coy
Austin
(Austin)
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