PROOF
i can remember it was sunny
as i was dragged across the floor
i can’t remember what i’d done, though
i was one year more than four
it must have been the next day
when my back started to hurt
and as i started scratching
blood came seeping through my shirt
my teacher asked me what had happened
i’m sure i told the truth
but to this day, i look back wistfully
to that one time I had proof
because nothing ever came of it
and still i wonder why
the grownups never gave a shit
no matter how much i would cry
Dana Culin is a junior English major with a concentration in Film and Media Studies. She has a dangerously overactive imagination and a deep-seated appreciation for the real-world powers of fiction.
