This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
The Moon is spinning away from Earth an
inch a year, and the Big Dipper always
points True North. It took a man a decade
to cross the world, but he found his way back.
What I am trying to tell you is that
no matter how far the Moon strays each day,
the sky still has a place for her. That you
will never be lost as long as you look
up to find the North Star. That it might take
years, but your feet will always lead you home.
So if your veins sing
with the urge to walk,
to run, to fly — do it.
You have more water in you than blood. And
all rivers run to the sea, no matter
how many times they think they’ve lost their way.
The Greeks Believed in Apricots as the Cure for Unrequited Love
If I can’t have the boy, at least I can have his clothes.
They leave their sweaters, their jackets, their blue jeans draped
over my bed like petals, filling the bathtub, rising to the surface
of the water like buoys. My therapist once pontificated
that loving someone who is already with…