ABC Poem by Chela Novak (2011)
A piece of paper floated down from the hands of a
Boy who held the rest of my heart in his fingers.
Careful, he whispered, and I wished he’d let the fake words linger.
Delicacy was on my mind in a way, and
Everything seemed to take longer in this place that was quiet.
Forget me, okay? I haven’t been around so long that you should
Give up on who I made you.
He pressed a piece of paper in to the hands of me, and
I realized I held the rest of my heart in my fingers.
Just so, he whispered, I can’t
Keep myself away from you. You know that I’ll
and I remember that
Malt liquor was your father’s favorite things in the hands of a
New accomplice and none
Of those things were relevant to the fact that we were
Protecting ourselves from asking
Revolved around you and my revolutions had
Turn around, you whispered, and I wished he’d let his hands stay
Under my cashmere sweater, staying warm and applying
Varying pressure to my hips that were moving farther away from our diluted
Water of love. I forget about those
X-rated lies and I held the rest of my heart in my fingers.
You threw that piece of paper down from your hands and the remaining
Zest of my heart didn’t linger.
– Chela Novak, 12th grade, The Ross School.