I don't know where to put my anger
by Sofia Fasullo
Z brought her newspaper clippings to school
I sat on the hallway floor, homeroom waiting
she plopped her backpack down and I shrieked “girl, Sophie likes Amir!!”
no gossip today, she spread the pages out.
October 18th, 2001, my father got shot at the park she said.
Ten years ago, today.
so I remember my 6th grade mouth being all dry,
stuffed with slow words.
I’m sorry. so we just sat in silence.
most days went fast when Z taught me how she
smacked her tongue and danced to get boys mad,
definitely the reason I could flirt with Elijah and Daniel.
“asking all the questions” we’d sing “ASSUME!”
I always felt two steps behind her confidence
I tried to write about this for my college
I don’t get it, my counselor said.
Albany’s got a couple parks I’ve never been to
I don’t know which park Z’s father was killed at, but I
think it’s one of those.
I heard she has a baby now.
I haven’t talked to Z since 6th grade.
I stopped smacking my tongue because it feels fake,
but sometimes I still dance like she did
to show I’m different.
About the Author: Sofia Fasullo
Sofia (she/her) is a first year Master in Urban Spatial Analytics and City Planning with a concentration in Housing, Community, and Economic Development. She is from Albany, NY.