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Oh, Terrible Youth - Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz
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Oh, Terrible Youth
a collection of poetry
by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
Write Bloody Publishing
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Long Beach, CA
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Copyright © Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
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Aptowicz, Cristin O’Keefe.
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Third and Last
When I was born, the disruption caused
my brother to protest, lobbing endless arcs
of shoes into my crib. Squinting, he says
he can still remember a time before me.
Mom often jokes that after having a boy
and a girl, the next logical step would’ve
been to get a golden retriever. But instead
I arrived: a shrill pudge forever destined
to be the yellow crayon in my mother’s
Halloween costume idea. Home videos
show I was a child in a persistent state
of moping, my wide eyes always teary
and on the lookout for gross injustice.
These injustices, or at least those that
were recorded on film, include:
having my birthday candles cruelly
blown out by my older sister repeatedly
on my third birthday; being viciously
knocked over in an inexplicable hula
contest on our front lawn; and a walk
of shame after I peed in my ironically
yellow snowsuit during the annual
Christmas tree hunt. Today, when
friends look through old photo albums,
they have trouble finding me. It’s easy,
I say, just look for the one purposefully
having no fun, the one with the bad
self-given haircut, the one crying over
her ugly jack-o-lantern, the one whose
pout seems suspiciously practiced,
the one that looks like the answer
to the question: Come on, how bad
could having one more kid be?
My Elementary School Confessions
I never finished my year-end final report on Apartheid,
and by never finished, I mean never even started.
For a whole year, I made fun of a kid because his lunch mat
showcased the brief biographies of every U.S. President,
despite the fact that I had a proximity-based crush on him,
and that honestly, I’d kill to have that lunch mat now.
While my friends did their oral reports on, no joke,
the RFK assassination conspiracy and the mating songs
of humpback whales, I phoned it in with two reports
on the only things I cared about: dogs and Bigfoot.
My teacher only agreed to these topics, I’m sure,
because she thought it would bring some passion
and actual effort to my work. It did not. In the first grade,
I kicked a kid named Dennis in the nuts so frequently,
his mother had a conversation with me during library time.
In the second grade, I broke a two-foot tall Virgin Mary statue
which belonged to my teacher: a catholic nun named Mary.
In the third grade, I constantly ate the plastic buttons
off my shirts, just hoping I’d get sick. In the fourth grade,
my entire book report on James and the Giant Peach
was really