I could not choose my family, and if they could have chosen, I know they would not have chosen me. But I can choose my friends and here, at 2 AM, I know I have chosen well. Soon, our downstairs neighbors will come pounding on our door. We are too loud for these high moon times, these stillness save the owl times. But for now no one dares interrupt us, and we are plainly joyous. Our laughter knows no shame. As I throw my head back and let giggles rise from my stomach into my mouth, like soda pop, I know that no matter the cruelty I imagine for myself in the morning. The hurt to be performed against my own body or that of the ants that infest our living room I will be loved like the sun loves. With a warmth, consistency that’s hard to look at, somedays. Cam Kelley"Cam Kelley is a poet, fiction writer, aspiring teacher, and undergraduate student from Southern Maryland. She loves to stand on the beach with her face towards the sun, and create poetry that generates a similar warmth. When not writing, she can be found baking or working on her senior thesis. She has been published in the Scholastic Best Teen Writing of 2016 and Left of the Lake Magazine." |
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