Steven
You lean back in your chair and your words come out
soft and dry like fresh laundry. If I let my mind wander, it dodges ankles lying underneath your desk, wondering whether the back of your black jeans are worn thin 'cause you sit on a lot of rough surfaces or you bought them that way. When the projector cuts off and screens shut, I think- you must be single 'cause you're already on the sidewalk and I'm stepping in the gum you left sticky on the floor. |
Kerrie McNair is a fourth year student majoring in Political Science, with a minor in Creative Writing. Her work has been published in Ditch and The Boiler Journal and she won the 2013 Alfred R. Poynt Award from The Department of English and Writing. She's a volunteer reader for The Rusty Toque.