When you report to Justin’s classroom at the beginning of fifth-period lunch, there’s already hella people sitting with the desks pushed together and chopping it up over trays of cheesy potato wedges.
June 2023
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Mr. Grimsby
I preferred to call it a visit from Mr. Grimsby, who I pictured as a stretchy Victorian gentleman with overflowing sideburns and a meerschaum pipe.
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The Fires Are Not Yet Contained (and other poems)
When one hits the bridge
near Richmond, we pack
two days’ worth of clothes
and a few of everyone’s
sentimental objects.