To close National Poetry Month, we have 3 poems by high school freakin’ freshman Jacob Beardsley. The same week we publish Ellen Hopkins. That’s YARN in a nutshell. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!
torn from the back of my probstat notebook
Image © Dylan Tweney (https://www.flickr.com/photos/dylan20/3296884293/_)
2000 two thousand students
/2 divided by
↓ two genders
1000 divided by
/2 two grades that I
↓ would consider dating
500 times the odds that
x.05 a guy is
↓ a guy-who-likes-guys
25 (remembering to
-1 subtract
↓ myself)
24 multiply by
x.1 the odds that
↓ Mr. guy-who-likes guys
2.4 is not an asshole, and is
x.01 my type
↓ times
.024 my luck
x 0 equals
↓ zero.
0
Parental Ideologies
I think that
if I
was ever a parent,
then I
would punish my children
severely
for using soft
versions
of curse words.
kids
Loved kids.
Had kids.
Kids suck.
Jacob Beardsley is a fourteen-year-old who lives in Virginia Beach, Virginia, and does not have a boyfriend. He is a freshman at Tallwood High School, and once he graduates he plans to major in English and pursue a career as a novelist.
Haha, “torn from the back of my probstat notebook” is basically the gay high schooler’s anthem.
– a girl-who-likes-girls
YES! Knowing Jacob in real life, this is AMAZING!