- Tina Khoshkehpazi
After School Youth
A nuisance I stayed on the bus soaked
to greet others, sheltered from the breaking down of the clouds.
She stayed alongside
and kept a body warm.
A body moving as we found the stone house we’d move into.
In the talks of our outside voices, or in the coating
of the trees she would compare our eyesight on in the spring,
now in the shimmering white.
It was in the self correction
before she claimed her insanity.
The snow hadn’t welcomed me yet.
I wish a crunch wasn’t deafening
as the compressed flakes raised their hands
to engulf the faux leather on my feet once again.
Now that she’s not beside me.