Poems from Julia Grosvenor
If my hair looks different, I probably washed it today.
I find flossing to be inhumane.
I sleep in a nest of dirty laundry, and it's the...
burned 4 Fingers by hitting
my Lamp instead of the snooze button
dropped my phone on my cat, earning a huge scratch on my Arm
put dish...
On one more college visit, I sit in the second row.
I keep my iPod close to me, furiously typing notes, as my mother peers over in a way...
You are the janitor in the arcade, and yousee it when you flip the switch, just before you close the door, hearing it. It is the scuff of...