"Small Space": an Ode to Middle School Malace

Written in the Spring of 2o19 for my Intro to Creative Writing Class

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Small Space

Come in, come in, traverse the way

Into our coven clad with stars:

Synthetic madness to the mind

And constellate our inner play.

Just rest your head and squeeze in tight.

Air mattresses were built for three

While games bring forth old runic rhymes

And middle schoolers’ pained delight.

We gathered court upon your case

And found a kindred soul in you.

Yes, you! with rumors, spites, and spells.

Lean back, and savor in this space.

Enjoy it now for in the end,

Inclusion makes a flighty friend.