Too Young to Know the Truth

Cold river winds

push through
my town this year,
j  u  m  p  e  r  s
from the span of the bridge
into shallow waters
with little results
other than further
scars of inadequacy
and ruined sneakers.

 

I crossed that bridge
with uncertainty
many times, the pull
to soar from its girders
in stop motion animation—
a figment wish to go
out like that, but in the end
I chose the underbelly
with Virginia Woolf
in my childish pockets.

 

Aleathia Drehmer

Published by Gutter Eloquence, Issue 15