Archives about gender identity
In “The Woods,” the first poem in Poisoned Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty (Greenwillow Books), Christine Heppermann asks, “Where are the fairy tales about gym class / or the doctor’s office or the back of the bus / where bad things also happen?” Much of the rest of the book serves as the answer.
Afraid of the sweetness of the other, afraid it was not there, or worse, it had never been, they tore at just enough clothes. It was not longing they felt, for they (would have said they) had not longed for each other. Not consciously, at least. They had not missed each other (they would have