poetry

mostly, i loved the editing.

looking at someone’s work

their body their life their soul- in my hands.

& they left wanted me to look after it

like a mother leaving their child for daycare

to be picked up

their sophomore year, changed, scared-

will they love the choices they made?

the hearts they broke, they may never know

but i do-

i was there for everything,

but don’t worry ms. worthy.

i think they’re ready for the world