by Kelly H., 17
peanut butter cracker crumbs
scratch my lower back,
the dirty seat in your jeep
top down and breezy,
my hair weaves into knots
tying me to these trees,
we couldn’t drive far enough away from here
our little rural town,
wishing no one knew our names
at our local convenience shop,
playing peanut butter cracker games
and sucking on lollipops.
Brielle, New Jersey
Bridge Ink 