Thirteen: A Prose Poem

One of our writing exercises for today's class was to write a prose poem about being thirteen. I think the original prompt was to write about someone we were close to then that we aren't close to anymore, although some of the other responses went rather far afield of that. Not so surprisingly, it's kind of hard to pare down a long, emotionally complicated relationship into two hundred words. But I do like how this turned out, I think. I'm also finding that I like the distance that writing in third-person about myself gives me - this memory still has some sting to it, for various reasons, but writing about myself as someone else puts it far enough away that I can think of it on a craft level, and not just a personal level.


( She was thirteen and he was thirteen )