January 2010
“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while...”
– The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
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Intermediate Creative Writing: Poetry - Portfolio
White-knuckled
You taught me that hands should never be open. Always balled and clenched and shoved deep into pockets. I tried to weave my ink-stained fingers between yours, to crack the seal, and press the map of my hand to your palm. I found your fist instead.
Long-Distance
I’ve never been much good at math, never had an eye for distance. I can’t measure the trajectory of someone...