- November Picnic with Louise
Those boys who followed you all last summerare waiting at your window, but you laughholding a lemonade on the dead grassfour welcome mats away. It hurts to sit,but I don't mind much so longas you still like to eat my grilled cheeses.I must be waitingfor you to kiss meand it may come soon, like the snowmight come in September, this close to the ocean.I'm in love with something in this poem,and I hate sand and boys. [End Page 72]
Jay Martin is a student at the South Carolina Governor's School of Arts and Humanities in Greenville, studying creative writing. Martin has attended the summer camp for creative writing for two consecutive years at the Governor's School. Martin lives in Summerville, South Carolina, with family and enjoys good coffee and Marvel movies.