The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”
But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River
convinced he was entirely alone.”
My bones said, “Write the poem.”
-Andrea Gibson
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Forgotten.
His writing was recognizable.
His writing.
He was the date with half his side forgotten from the group picture.
"Forgotten from the group picture" I don't know exactly what you meant by this. Or your experience with this.... But for me this hit home. At preference all my "best friends" took a girls picture without me. Even though I was standing in the same room. And it hurt.
That is a trippy picture.
ReplyDelete"Forgotten from the group picture" I don't know exactly what you meant by this. Or your experience with this.... But for me this hit home. At preference all my "best friends" took a girls picture without me. Even though I was standing in the same room. And it hurt.
ReplyDeleteBut anyways I like this.
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