national anthology of the best undergraduate writing 2014

Two Scars

James Parkington  • 
Boston College

When I say she was something else,

I mean that she reminded me

of a circus.

 

Her colors were not very

bright, nor was she shaped

like three rings.

 

But inside an old tent

in the corner

of a moonlit field,

 

you could watch her

dance

in just a white t-shirt,

 

and forget how sad the elephants

looked without their

tusks.