I know the sound of the bones inside your skin. I know whether or not that metaphor you used was sound. I know about your decision to leave me waiting at the terminal with nothing to read. I know you have a Cleveland Browns tattoo underneath that Enya t-shirt. I know that you carry my heart in your bike basket. I don’t know how you gathered the nerve to tell me I’m superfluous. I know that you misuse the words sedentary and oblong. I know that you weren’t really worth knowing after all. I know how you forgave Jesus.
-- Nathan Kemp is a senior at The University of Akron, located in Akron, Ohio, where he focuses on creative writing. Outside of his academic pursuits, he has participated in two internships, one with Black Lawrence Press and one with The University of Akron Press. After graduation, Nathan plans to attend an MFA program specializing in poetry.