“Boarding School”—Wellesley College NaPoWriMo

Wellesley College NaPoWriMo

By Genny Rogers, ’16

Not so much the cold as the silence

made me bend to straighten my stocking

and then your tie.

Young among the bricks of snow,

I looped my arm back with yours

and rubbed my runny nose.

You said something that faded into my hat.         

Snowflakes stuck to my woolen mittens

and you stopped to look closely at them.

I took my hands away

and tucked them in my pockets.

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