(c) 2015
I’ve finally begun
throwing them away—
the grade school report
card
where my teacher gave me
a failing grade and
commented
that I was working to the
best of my ability.
The recommendation letter
that colored me so poorly
it was useless.
The one bad performance
evaluation I kept—
the only true one.
And the diaries stretching
back to junior high.
What I’m looking for is no
longer there.
Whatever makes me sad now
is not about her.
She was never as bright,
as beautiful,
as gifted as I wanted.
She was all she could be.
I’m sure she was
enough.
