Not Your Normal Senior Year
Waking up for the first day
Of my senior year
Nerves on the edge of a mountainous precipice
Looking over feeling ready to fly.
Glance into the mirror
Checking that the swag is in place
To put the charm in the air
That drops the ladies pantelones
To the ground level.
Excitement does nothing to even explicate the emotions
That I hold on the onset of this last beginning
But this is not your normal senior year.
Day before the one that came before today
I found out that my mother has fallen into the ...