Gears shift, up, down
park, drive, neutral, drive, park
apparitions coast over, under
click, clack, squeal, click, clack
and I
I’m still here
A lil’ new, a lil’ old,
a lot whole
no more parts surfing on wind-threads
no more slices trampled at every turn
no more edges scraping tin-walls
no I
I’m here.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
This year two of my friends are leaving the classroom. One just left last week. The other is considering it. Every time a colleague near
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