First Day

poem 15 First day of freshman year. My heart slams in my chest and rattles my rib cage. I hear my shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. I glance at my phone. Ten minutes until the bell rings. My best bet is to hide out…

Who Do You Want To Be?

Five years old, “Who do you want to be?” A pilot and a diver and a sailor on the sea. Ten years old, “Who do you want to be?” A teacher and an artist and a kind mother to three. Fifteen years old, “Who do you want to…