Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

change — Kacie Svoboda

I wish that my favorite cousin had not grown from a kid whose gap-toothed grin even Ritalin could not tame into a teenager who toughly hides his smile in pictures. I wish my friend did not let boys (or men) control her life in back rooms of drunken parties, on blanket-laid football fields, or in … Continue reading