poetry
Sunday, April 24, 2011
first rejection
The first jolt was that crayola heart
zig-zagged right smack in the middle
as if to indicate it had been broken
you had found another you said
she had ribbons
long hair
and collected erasers
rejection hurts when you're seven
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