miss claireremembers a time when
love and hate were
clear and sharp
andeverything in between
was hazy to the point
ofnonexistence
miss claire remembers a time when
compassionwas
strong and wiry
and envy
a fat crippled being
left toconsume itself in
searing blue-white flames
and when i
theomniscient teenager
frown at her nonsenseand
belligerently
demand explanations
miss claire smilesher
gentle young old woman smile
and whispers that one day
i,too, will remember
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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