Literature
Guilt that eats
Maybe I should have questioned
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
but hair,
makeup,
and boys
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
doing homework,
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
clink
clink
clank
and maybe t