In it in the smell of Spring’s breezy exhalation:my anxious youth track meets where I hid under the bleachers and criedclassrooms wet with stifled heat and math I didn’t understandteachers who understood my passion for wordsthe wobbly possibility of a lunch-hour romancethe first time I shaved my legs brown hairs curling down the tub drain… Continue reading Poem 141 – In it & more