Geri

I don’t care much for this state 

but lay me down in the Chesapeake, 

during the fall, 

and maybe I’ll become an autumn tree. 

It is still summer. Not fall. 

Call me stubborn, but I refuse to forget. I choose to remember. 

I remember riding the train, speeding past hills that glowed yellow from the sun. 

Maybe being a  

teenager is just a con 

stant state of panic.