Memory 2 Week 10

Cleaning out my closet, I opened a red and white striped bankers box,
pulled out a clump of letters written on note cards, lined paper, backs
of stamps, re-read 7th grade. I remember writing the note, three pages
of misspellings and comma splices, in the blue plastic too hard for a butt.
Somewhere behind me, a girl giggles, and I watch her scribble with a smile.