High School Graduation Disassociation
by Emily Sullivan North
I sat in the middle on the right side-
so odd to have the chairs outdoors.
of rain forgotten;
I watched it all, a film in slow motion.
Myself rise, walk to the podium,
They handed me
A blur of faces, a crowd, a mob
Myself alone in a place no longer my own.
I saw myself, close up, in a white lace dress,
holding flowers I did not want.