at 10 years old I kept one
it reads like an itinerary
an oversized activities pamphlet
a checklist of coming and goings -
homework around sports
and school holidays trips
friends and favorite records
with nothing between the lines
I’m at the age of feelings
Kept triple-locked in a dungeon
whose keys and key holes
are so well-acquainted
I think I sound happy
or maybe blissfully oblivious
or detached who can tell?
unlike girls who can emote
outside their embroidered journals
and fat feathered pens
laying on beds legs crossed
they can script emotion on frown lines
in the curve of lips or flair of noses
or in tears caught by a wrist
but never ever the cuff
of a shirt or sweater
that would be me
on the rarest of moments
alone in my room
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