Matthew Herfurth Poet Free verse

At 8

At 8

At 8 I’d the 
most remarkable 
growth gush. The baby oak trees were 
in awe of 
my height and weight. I indulged in 
that and 
indulged in
towering over, intimidating, anything smaller than 
I was. I loved my 
pituitary glands though it is 
tiny – until it didn’t bother to
increase my 
sex hormones. My skill to 
concentrate on 
countless features in 
problems increased. Same thing with 
mentally undoing actions. Metalinguistic awareness impressed
foreign objects and
foreign children in 
classes. I could easily dwell upon
the use of 
English and 
their language. I could juggle 
language. Many puns, riddles, metaphors because 
that was
my hobby while most 
played sport. What I got brilliant at was 
use of 
encoding plans or 
approaches of 
rehearsal and 
organisation. I even had NASA calling, begging, me to 
join them, however I 
turned them down ... There was a 
NO VEGEMITE!!!!!!!! clause in 
the contract! Social skills 
worsened. Other peoples’ feelings 
baffled me, scared me. I hated same and 
not same peer 
friendships, relationships. Altruism understanding was 
poor. The role I took on was 
fantasy. I put myself in 
too many situations in 
my mind. I dreamt of 
being a 
writer. I needed to 
do that for a 
living only. Aggression 
worsened. Physical aggression mostly. Hardly any 
verbal aggression. Hostility was 
comfort.

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