secondary school
didn\’t house a positive
experience.

upon
completion
of that final oac*
english, writer\’s craft
exam — attitudes
solidified

sounds
arrogant
to genuinely
admit — nevertheless,
in the centre of the main
atrium

on pointed
black weathered
chunky oxfords, my feet
found themselves
in the position
to twirl

accompanied
by a grand
curtsy.

my itchy
navy, crimson
& gold garment
of annoyance
rose

which
exposed
the cuffs from
my glow-in-the-dark
boxers.

i couldn\’t
believe
it was
finally
over…

once
i\’d arrived
home

the
scissors
that had been left
on my brass daybed 
— beckoned 
my kilt…


* ontario academic credits    

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