March 24, 2016 | Poetry
I do not leave
the houses I’ve built, I carry the nails and raise
the walls around me
I was sitting at the edge of her mattress. We barely looked at each other. She would have been in Chemistry if we hadn’t skipped third period. I would have been in English II.
Andrew F Sullivan
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