"Sonnet for Myself" by Sara Backer
Sonnet for Myself
I was an outdoor girl. I pulled carrots
from the garden, ate birch buds
and tangy weeds. Bumblebees landed
on my hand. I stroked their soft backs.
I waded brooks, swam murky ponds,
found wood lilies and huckleberries.
I knew where white violets grew
and where the song sparrow nested.
I didn’t learn what other children
learned in school. When the yellow
bus emptied, I hid behind oak trees
while they threw rocks at me.
Granite, hematite, quartz. I felt sorry
for them—the rocks. I held them close.
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