my baby, my heart. I
could tell you those
things, but they’d be
lies—nothing new for
me, true. But if all I
wrote was lies, you
wouldn’t really know
my story. I want you
to know. Not a day
passes when I don’t
think about getting
high. Strung. Getting
out of this deep well
of monotony I’m
slowly drowning in.
I Was a Junior
When I had Hunter,
a semester away from
early graduation and a hell
of a lot farther than that
away from independence.
To find freedom that even
the magic number eighteen
can’t buy, I need
a job. To get that, I need
a diploma, or at least a GED.
I have no choice but to live
at home, under the prying
eyes of my mom and Scott.
I’ll help watch the baby