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The Apology

Mr. Tom and I walked the tree-lined field at the edge
of the playground where the music teacher went to smoke 
her Parliaments. The day was so hot that the boys 
needed towels to ride the aluminum slide. Mr. Tom 
gave me a Sweet Tart necklace and said, If you were older, 
we could go on a date
Do you know what people do on dates? 
I used to daydream about having a bra and wearing jeans 
on Picture Day. Mr. Tom put one finger down the neck 
of my shirt and pulled. The other girls would be jealous.
But now he was so close, I smelled Old Spice and sour
breath. I blurted out, I’ll spit on you. He just laughed 
and pulled me closer. So I did spit and ran down the hill, 
and Mr. Tom ran after me. Get on the wall! he yelled. 
On the wall, I braided limp stems of clover. He sent 
me home with a pink slip in my backpack. That night, 
Father removed his box of stationery from the locked drawer. 
Mother told me to start the apology Dear Sir. I remembered 
wet stains under Mr. Tom’s arms. When I was done, 
they made me lick and seal the envelope.


Rachel Marie Patterson is the co-founder and editor of Radar Poetry. Her full-length collection Tall Grass With Violence is forthcoming from FutureCycle Press. She holds an MFA from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro. Her poems appear in Cimarron Review, Harpur Palate, New Plains Review, The Journal, Thrush, Parcel, Smartish Pace, and other journals. The winner of an Academy of American Poets Prize, her poems have also been nominated for Best New Poets, the Pushcart Prize, and Best of the Net. Most recently, she was a finalist for the 2020 Rita Dove Award from the Center for Women Writers. www.rachelmariepatterson.com

Present Tense

Surgery