in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael
who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo.
his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
his parents do not approve of his gender. he loves them anyway.
in Bay Village, Ohio, there is a girl named Roxy
who sleeps with her eyes open. her dreams climb
up her purple bedroom walls and sprinkle into her hair
as she watches, wide-eyed. she smiles like sunshine.
in Salem, Oregon, there is a boy named Andrew
who writes poetry about the laws of physics.
he is going to college to learn how to be a professional.
he has ramen-noodle hair and soup in his veins.
he told me once that sometimes, love can swallow you.
in Farmington Hills, Michigan, there is a boy named Jordan
with big hands and a smile that makes him look 6 years old.
his favorite word is cumbersome because he likes the way it rolls.
he kisses like a firework and hugs like a fireman.
i look for him in everyone.
in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, there is a boy named Kyle
who drinks green tea out of mason jars.
his dreadlocks elevate bridges and his soul is a fishing village.
his lip piercing sharpens his language; it glimmers under art museum lights.
in Naperville, Illinois, there is a girl named Alisha
who has caramel skin and warrior eyes.
she files her nails to a point and keeps her hands to herself.
she is learning how to wear joy in the creases of her forehead.
somewhere, who cares where, there is a train chugging idly
along steel tracks, maneuvering passengers through greenery and local scenes.
the stories of strangers skid along plexiglass windows before collapsing
to the ground, run-over by wheels that have places to be.
I'm not an overly big fan of this kind of poems but I have to admit, this one sounds incredible in your voice and tone.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. So good. So good.
Oh dear. You could read the phonebook to us and it'd likely sound brilliant. I love your voice. Wonderful work, though, all around.
I love character study poems. Love love love love them. Also, 'hugs like a fireman' is a happy-making simile.
I love all of number three. Great work~
this is sweet and whimsical and heartbreaking and full of the best kind of teenage angst and very real but very surreal and oh so relatable and i utterly adore it. thanks for sharing