fetal escape This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 18, 2010
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hey there bed and wheelchair
and Mother is everything
going to be rosy
after i go under your wing?
and i eat my spinach and meet
spinachgirls when i grow up and become tall and
bullstrong like Papa

i know he does everything
right it breaks my heart to see him
come home

hey there white pills with the boring red
stripe down the middle like a
Canadian flag will you with
your human body make the sky beautiful
and never say good-bye
“love-don't-leave-because”

hey there stranger-friends who never saw it happen
i'm thirsty and my throat is parched so i can't tell
you how much i care and don't care but
really i know we've set out far past the playground
on one of those pirate ships we used to make out
of paper

outside the window i see paper houses too
they float together like fish in my old aquarium
the sea is being pummeled by rain
and nostalgic motion
sauna-and-fire sparks
thunderclaps as dry as a
funeral drum

but i'm so clumsy with words
what i'm trying to say Momma is
every storm has a rainbow
at the end
and if you keep massaging my fading
body and giving me those pills
i would be like an angel

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Penfencer said...
Mar. 29, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Wow. I love your use of run-on sentences to establish the mood. I love the way you break up your lines, this is a very spoken poem even on paper I can hear it read out loud. This is amazing, this is unbelievable. Wow.
 
JoshJia This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Aug. 18, 2011 at 8:01 am
Thank you so much!
 
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