I wrote this short poem, adapted from a scribbled few lines in my journal, for my friend Caits. She’s known me a long time, and has a lot of grace to hold space for my growth.
When I was 21, Alex and I went to the Bon Jovi concert that happened in the Cape Town stadium. I had prepared for it for the month before we went by spending every library study session with Bon Jovi blaring or crooning in my headphones. I can see myself, sitting along the long benchContinue reading “Wanted, Dead or Alive”