|Oct/Nov 2019 Poetry Special Feature|
The Titanic phase
Our indigo pinafores never betrayed
us the year we began to menstruate
unlike the girls with the morning sky
uniforms. Stains went unnoticed while
we ran around, brewed relationships
in our bloated heads. Made paper planes of
love letters and aimed them at our crushes.
Closed our eyes, imagined we're on a cruise,
and stretched our arms like Jack and Rose.