by Liz Ramsey
The first time I've ever really been Tonight our conversations will flow like a river Dripping off the formica countertops I'll clean it up later, right now i am with him Bright yellow street lamps look like faraway stars through my kitchen window He notices it too And the air is heavy with the silence of adolescent thought "Apathetic" he says Maybe thats what we are A piece of his hair is stuck in his mouth, and i clench my fist, Its all i can do to stop from touching his hair, His mouth So i think about apathy,and maybe its just like Rain on a cloudy day,when my mind is soggy with thought, And thunder sounds like somebody remembering something But then its kinda funny, cause it starts Drizzling outside And i envy the perfect apathetic teen-ager Who knows exactly what she wants, And never puts too much soap in the dish water, And smiles secretly to herself in the middle of the Pouring rain.
Liz Ramsey is 15 and lives in Hawaii.