of_loosened_laces
pushpins
he
wrote
a
poem
on
the
back
of
my
hand
of
loosened laces
and
disheveled
hair
.
my
palms
grew
sweaty
from
the
heat
burning
through
the
words
on
the
other
side
.
his
smile
thinned
and
his
poem
washed
away
in
a
public
restroom
far
from
home
.
ink
and
blood
faded
and
of
undone
ties
and
messy
skins
disappeared
.
all
things
grow
old
and
our
end
had
inevitably
begun
.
020427
...
Kate
Mrs. Calco
spent
15
minutes
of
our
English
class
discussing
the
school
dress
code
.
A
certain
physics
teacher
(
whose
hobby
is
to
scrutinize
my
fellow peers
and
make
sure
that
yes
,
our
shirts
are
tucked
in
and
our
skirts
aren't
too
high
)
has
decided
that
his
new
pet
peeve
is
coding
kids
for
not
having
their
shoelaces
tied
.
020427
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from