BECAUSE IT’S JUNE and there’s nothing to do,
we go to the strip mall at the edge of town.
Someone’s mother drives us; it isn’t mine.
These girls, they’ve got hair blaring red
as a siren, no curfews, boyfriends and rumors
of going all the way. I’m fourteen and buttoned up
in a blouse, bespectacled, a little shy,
but last summer I tried to die,
which makes me interesting.
We loiter in the moist heat of the parking lot, calling
lewd things to strangers across the relucent sea
of asphalt, laughing with our whole mouths.
Every part of us gleams: our licked fingers sticky
from free Krispy Kremes, our lips
glossed cheap cherry. We’re not that beautiful
but we’re young, which to men, we’re old enough
to know, is close. We stare them down,
perched on the curb. We bare our thighs
like secrets that have hurt us.
Sitting there, impatient, one girl might kiss
suddenly another, giggling, shadows merging
on the pitted sidewalk, eyes open to see
if they’re seen. And at the very least,
there’s me, ever the apprentice
in tenderness and nerve. When a man eventually,
inevitably, approaches, we rise
as birds do, all at once, flushed
and shrieking until we regroup out of reach, our bodies
heaving against each other as if we have narrowly escaped
a fate we know to fear but can’t name. Then
we do it again, to be sure.
When the sun swells before the sky’s mantling
like a rosy bubble, we wander
snapping Hubba Bubba as the streetlights pop
on above us, proffer wishes
and gossip like they’re makeshift stars.
We wait for someone
to wonder where we are, find ourselves

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Rebecca holds a PhD in English and is a professor at Norwalk Community College in Connecticut. She teaches courses in composition, literature, and the arts. 

I haven’t always been a regular poetry reader, but last fall I began reading poetry again, and ever since I’ve been thinking about why I love it so much. I’ve also been thinking about why people are sometimes reluctant to read poetry. I decided to compile a list of reasons you might consider starting a practice of reading poetry, if you don’t have one already.

Let me be clear: if you don’t read poetry and don’t want to, that’s fine! I don’t think it has to be for everyone. But I also think there are a lot of people out there who are open to the idea but just haven’t begun yet. If it’s crossed your mind that you might like reading poetry, but you need a little encouragement to begin, this post is for you. Here are my ten reasons to consider reading poetry:


The only reason to read something for fun is because it’s…actually fun, right? It may take some time to find poets you enjoy reading, but I promise you, those poets are out there. Poetry can be about anything and it can be in any mood: funny, angry, descriptive, sincere, satirical, sad, romantic, and on and on. There are long poems and short ones, confusing poems and clear ones, old and new, personal and impersonal. There truly is something for everyone.

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