Stacks of History

You whisper in my ear about the rumours. It’s no surprise you’ve heard them  “Some of the kids have sex in the stacks.”  You glance over at me, a devilish smirk on a perfect face I suppose it’s no coincidence you tell me this when we’re searching for history books Your tongue darts out to…

Mother, Am I Woman Now?

Mother, I wore that dress you bought, it’s pink, with frills around the bottom. You did my hair up in that ponytail and made me wear some lipstick. You told me girls are supposed to look pretty all the time. I’m five, but I hope I’m more of a girl now. Mother, it’s hard for…