i am nothing. (but a little yellow sundress and brown feet slapping down cottage woods court
under a sloppily painted sunset,
which drips through magnolia trees and eases into open windows and competes with
the devilish blue flicker of
the TV and seeps into the bones, the inner architecture of millions of bodies plus one yellow dress skipping up dusty stairs;
the sunset slams into warm asphalt; could for one moment, dangling wet and heavy from an eyelash, could there be the time
i caught perfection in a jar - it sat there all winter
accumulating dust
then i let go - )
under a sloppily painted sunset,
which drips through magnolia trees and eases into open windows and competes with
the devilish blue flicker of
the TV and seeps into the bones, the inner architecture of millions of bodies plus one yellow dress skipping up dusty stairs;
the sunset slams into warm asphalt; could for one moment, dangling wet and heavy from an eyelash, could there be the time
i caught perfection in a jar - it sat there all winter
accumulating dust
then i let go - )
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the December 2007 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
Amy13
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