In response to We Drink because We Are Poets poetry prompt: To nerd or not to nerd:
I sat in the back of the library
while my sisters and friends
danced around the gym in their shorts,
with me reading National Geographic
from 1865 to 1972.
In the floor I sat fully clothed
day after day, image after image,
story after story, of far away places
and fantastical things that they
couldn’t begin to imagine.
They laughed and they teased
and they called me a nerd. I am
better off for it because they
never got around to doing any
of the things they wanted to.