I'm only brave for the moment
because I realize that he couldwalk
out of the room and only leave
the breeze that shifts
behind hiswaving hand;
this stale air suffocates.
Courage rescues me byprying
open my lips like a tent pole,
flirting with the question marks thathang
on a line between our eyes, choosing
which ones should betransformed
into exclamation points.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the June 2002 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
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