There’s a moldy granola bar in my locker
And that sweatshirt that I forgot about
The granola bar was in the sweatshirt
Gross
The mice started a colony
With the moldy granola bar
It’s the crumbly kind
And they’re good at sharing
One is white one is gray, and one is faintly speckled,
There are babies in the pocket
Of the sweatshirt I forgot
I wonder if they’re lovers
Do they all love each other?
The note my girlfriend wrote me is still in the corner
Folded out like they read it
Like it’s shakespeare or great literature
They’ll teach their babies about it one day
Analyze the “can we go to 7/11 after school,
I miss you,
Meet me in the bathroom during third period.”
There’s nothing behind it
But they’ll make it up anyways
For a little mice english class
Why do they need to know english?
Madeline Shea Boccone is a Brooklyn based writer in her junior year of high school. When she isn’t writing she enjoys cooking for her family, crocheting new duds, and feeding the neighborhood cats. Her work has been previously published in Teen Ink and she’s received honorable mentions from the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.