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Apology - Maia Joy

when I was six years old,

my father taught me how to ride my bike

in a cemetery. this was

the first time that I realized that

the only thing worse than being dead

is being a first grader with terrible

motor skills

who crashes into headstones

like a belligerent miniature circus clown

playing whack-a-mole target practice

with slabs of stone instead of

smiling plastic rodents who will still peek

through the soil with their disgusting

adorable grin even as you continue to

accidentally ruin their non-sentient lives—


to the ghost-owners of the mausoleum

whose steps I crashed into and

chipped my tooth on

when I was seven, I'm sorry.

I never told my father. (the tooth fairy

sends her regards.)


Bio:

Maia Foley (writing under her middle name, Maia Joy) is a college student and writer from Boston, MA. She is currently studying music and creative writing (poetry concentration) at the University of Maryland, where She is a member of the Jimenez-Porter Writers’ House. Her work has been published in Star 82 Review and Dreams Walking, among others, and newer work can be found on her website linked below.


http://maiajoyspeaks.wixsite.com/website

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