Mary Spencer Reeves
To Carson Reeves I leave all the car rides, mama’s office, Rambo, upstairs, the front seat, TikTok’s, our lunch number, ps4, my Betta fish, my bathroom, Luigi’s, DQ trips
To Jean Hightower I leave handshakes, pre cal, after game pics, silly putty, dunes twinning, my soccer locker
To Kate Fruitticher I leave Hilton Head, trip to the mountains, stealing your mom, end of the line during soccer dynamics
To Rob and Will Fruitticher I leave busting open my lip, car rides to the golf course
To Abigail and Caroline Crick I leave C’s in pre cal
To Gracie Jorgensen I leave defense
To Mazzy Sowell I leave cooties, IV spot
To Clarke Jones I leave the dunes
To Katherine Dent I leave car rides, the lake, Carson
To Will Lamb I leave hoodies, thrifting
The empty Slate we know and love
The empty Slate we know and love
Is just a needless Lie—
The Things that make us who we are
Will stay until we die
They come and open many Doors—
Left only for the fair
The rest become a living Clone
The ones who don’t are rare
The odd who try to change their Fates
Are met with loud Dissent—
Their Money and their Time are lost
To waste on clear Deceit
Too blinded by the Imagery—
Of Fame and jealous Looks
The only way to stop this Mess
To look— to see, unmask