secondary school
didn\’t house a positive
experience.
upon
completion
of that final oac*
english, writer\’s craft
exam — attitudes
solidified
sounds
arrogant
to genuinely
admit — nevertheless,
in the centre of the main
atrium
on pointed
black weathered
chunky oxfords, my feet
found themselves
in the position
to twirl
accompanied
by a grand
curtsy.
my itchy
navy, crimson
& gold garment
of annoyance
rose
which
exposed
the cuffs from
my glow-in-the-dark
boxers.
i couldn\’t
believe
it was
finally
over…
once
i\’d arrived
home
the
scissors
that had been left
on my brass daybed
— beckoned
my kilt…
* ontario academic credits
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