Because No One Else Does
This is the boy you must love
with greasy bottle black hair
eyes dark and darting
who walks into your perfect room
and purposely chooses the seat farthest from you
This is the boy you must love
whose knees bounce like a bobbin
lacking ability to cease
he walks with a stooped spine
carrying a backpack full of nothing
This is the boy you must love
hand drawn tattoos on his arms
the famous Bic artist of 5th period
who is mocked
by the eyes of others.
This is the boy you must love
eating toast for supper with ashes in his eyes
longing for more than a couch
a quiet instant to gather himself
a hug, or shampoo.
Stacy Campbell
