I cataloged my old greeting cards by sender and occasion,
stacked them neatly in shoe boxes I call "archival,"
and slipped them beneath my bed. Two restless nights
before I realized the one for your letters
had been lying beneath my head. I took it out,
transferred it to the bottom of the closet, slept sound,
the next morning couldn't get dressed, realized
your box was under my favorite sweater. So I moved you
to the bottom drawer of my desk. I sat down at it
this evening to write, and your name
came out of every pen.
I am a first-year teacher at an inner city school in Columbia, South Carolina. I earned an undergraduate degree in journalism and mass communications from the University of South Carolina and a Master of Arts in Teaching in secondary English from Winthrop University. I am from Rock Hill, South Carolina, and currently reside in West Columbia.