where the writers are
Because No One Else Does

 

 

This is the boy you must love

with greasy bottle black hair

eyes dark and darting

who walks into your perfect room

and purposely chooses the seat farthest from you

 

This is the boy you must love

whose knees bounce like a bobbin

lacking ability to cease

he walks with a  stooped spine

carrying a backpack full of nothing

 

This is the boy you must love

hand drawn tattoos on his arms

the famous Bic artist of 5th period

who is mocked

by the eyes of others.

 

This is the boy you must love

eating toast for supper with ashes in his eyes

longing for more than a couch

a quiet instant to gather himself

a hug, or shampoo