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Natalie Puschak

Big White Wall

Dark purple lines followed behind my grip
As I held the crayon tight against the wall,
Like a newborn clenching a father’s finger.

Drawing circles
As high as my arm could reach

I heard the crayon snap
And continued on with what was left
On that white wall

The sound of laughter
Brought footsteps upstairs,
With a voice curiously asking...

“Who did this?”
I said, “I don’t know.”

But now I know who,
So I apologize
For drawing on you.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]