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MASTER
A ME MOI R B Y
SAMANT H A S C H U T Z
SCHOLASTIC INC.
For Emily Kozlow — who saw the worst
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I can’t believe
no one else can hear
I am screaming
inside my head.
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be medicated, force-fed soft foods.
I don’t want to be that person.
I am not that person.
I am not.
I am not.
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Part I
i.
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harder than high school.
I can’t be a kid anymore.
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I don’t ever have to sit in the senior lounge
wishing I could play my music
without Justin calling Tori Amos Tour of My Anus.
I don’t have to pretend to like people
who are assholes and call me flat-chested.
I don’t have to be treated like crap
just because I’m not popular.
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It’s been like this
for as long as I can remember —
writing and rewriting homework,
book reports, and papers
until they were not mine —
until they were perfect.
I don’t understand
how my teachers never noticed.
How could they believe
all those words were mine?
Every time I handed in a paper
I hoped I’d get caught.
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When we get to the platform
it’s covered with slugs.
We kick them off and lie down.
It doesn’t matter
that there are trails of ooze.
It doesn’t matter
that it is low tide
and the mosquitoes are out.
All that matters
is that his hands cover me
like my clothes should.
It sounds nice,
but it’s not.
It sounds easy,
but it isn’t.
The next day Jason is a half hour late
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to get me from work.
No phone call.
No explanation.
Just like always,
I am an afterthought.
Just like the night he promised
we’d be alone and showed up with two friends
ready to smoke a blunt.
Just like the afternoon
he said he was going to pick me up
after his laundry finished drying
and never showed
because he fell asleep.
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or if someone’s already on the line.
I’m glad I’m leaving.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
Everything I own,
everything I care about, is at my feet:
a Valentine’s Day card from Jason
that reads I wish for you,
a collage Claire made for my birthday
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of handpainted portraits of the two of us,
a photo of me and Audrey
sitting in the back row of the Q79 bus,
a drawing I made in 1983.
I can’t wait
to get out of this room
with its stupid flowered wallpaper,
out of this house
with all its rules,
out of this neighborhood
where everyone knows each other.
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that he is here,
next to me,
safe.
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Just like always, he was late
and I was pissed.
This time it was the weed’s fault.
It knocked him on his ass, hard.
He was pale, almost green.
He could barely speak.
His best friend Nate was there
to confirm the story.
I could see in Jason’s face
that it was the truth,
but it was too late.
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