
She hid in the bathroom
Every recess
From the time it happened in grade 4
Until she finished high school.
The “it” was the “too ugly”part
When Laura was chosen and
She
She was denied
flatly, matter -of- factly.
As if everyone knew
It had to come to this.
Inevitable.
She was too ugly.
So she hid herself
From herself
And others
For protection.
This after scaring her parents so bad
Crying and crying and crying.
So of course she came to believe
She was a monster.
She didn’t look in the mirrors
Of the bathroom
But stayed in a stall
Pretending.
Pretending she had a normal reason to be in there.
No one ever noticed
She wasn’t on the playground
Or that she was in the bathroom
All those years.
Except once.
That was the scariest and the sweetest time.
A new girl
A too tall and greasy girl
Came in.
She sang to the hiding girl and the hiding girl knew
It was for her.
Still she stayed frozen in the stall
Her eyes widely streaming
With the sea of herself.
The shame was the greatest and
Was held in love.
And that was her first brush
With grace.
And death.
The part of her that believed
The solitude, the isolation of
Those bathroom stalls were all she could ever have,
Died.
The voice of that lover echoing
Off of glass and tile
Is set free and carries
The weight of her,
The lost one,
Who plays evermore.