Monday Night

I can finally display my polaroids thanks to craft gawker where I stole this great idea!

anddd here's a poem I wrote for my Intro to Creative Writing class (best class everrrr)

In His Shoes

My father wore those boots

and so did I

and so did my brother

when he drowned

in the lake behind our house

my mother's grief

could have been heard across

the Atlantic ocean

and when they carried his body away

I was rooted to the porch slats

holding the boots by the laces

while the water

dripped

into a puddle

at my feet