30 Days, 30 Poems: Starts... Now

Today at around noon, I recieved an ominous reminder from facebook. I had been tagged in a note from my friend Daemond that read "NaWriPoMo Challenge Day 1." For those of who only speak English, that is National Writing Poetry Month. In April, poets challenge themselves to write 30 poems for all 30 days of the month. Sigh. Though my year long writing venture ended back in February, I am going to try hard to keep this one going. 

This first comes from a prompt on Denise Jolly's myspace whilst I was stalking her before the Salt Lines show; I am an ugly...

I am an ugly adolescent 

Sitting jagged legged, high top

On the front stoop of the school

I am the track star's right fibula

Strained and tired

A rocket exploding

Step by step

I am the P Hall lockers

Ignored dents and ridges

Easily decoded and used

Abused

Like mascara 

On the dance captain's blink

A chiseled jaw of not quite grown men

Standing next to bleachers

Waiting to be counted

I am gym teacher's heart palpitations

Before she has to teach sex ed

I am the kid with the boner

The unadulterated nervousness

of the pixie cut girl who reads Nabakov

I am tears streaming down the face of those

broken

Homecoming

floats

I am the lead in the play

The drum major's final pause as arms rest calm 

at his side

I am just waiting to graduate