This was the cell phone I had when I went to college in August of 2004. Brodnax, Virginia and its population of 269 people could not have been more different then Columbia University in the City of New York. More people were on one campus than I had ever seen. I felt out of place all the time and wrote poetry to fit in, feel understood and be cool in a place where I felt anything but. In Creative Writing classes, my poems were pulled apart like monkey bread that was sticky and delicious to some while being completely undigestable to others. But this one, I remembered was not for them, but for me. It stuck like gum that refused to let go of the shoe found it found or the underside of the desk it held on to.
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