Yarborough Yellow

February 19, 2011
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We went to the fair once,
Alice and I -
we snuck there
when it set up
down the street.
We watched it go up -
the bare bones of rickety roller coasters
stacking up like vertebrae;
racks of pink-cloud cotton candy
hung up in stalls.
We stole some,
Alice and I,
when the guy manning the stall
walked into the alley
to light up.
We only stole one bag,
one bag of soft pink and blue
sugar that melted on the insides
of our cheeks,
but that bag was sweet as hell.
We weren't allowed to go to the fair
once it was done,
but that night we could hear it,
the neon-glitter soundtrack
of screams and pop music
drowning out the sound
of my sister's breathing.

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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 1:34 pm

Wow, what a wonderful practice for writing poetry! I've never heard of anything very much like it, so I ought to try it out.

I love your poem; it flows well, and reads easily. The story itself combined with the brief lines which tell it create a nice and memorable effect. "Sweet as hell," that's a good way to describe such memories!

LifeInTechnicolour This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 5, 2012 at 1:30 pm
Thank you so much! :) I really appreciate it!
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