November Chills
by Lizzie Hentschel
Poetry Contest for Children Winner, Junior High Category (Grades 9-10)
November Chills
This park bench is tattooed with pictures of dicks
The legs are uneven, it shakes when we shift
You hand me a handful of chips from a can
and I laugh as the wind blows them out of your hand
We wave at a bus as it passes us by
above us, grey clouds envelop the sky
Tomorrow I’ll wake with a cough and sore throat
I would’ve avoided if I’d brought my coat
And I’ll text you to tell you I won’t be at school
And finish the message with “I’ll see you soon.”