the upheaval of my former youth This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

January 27, 2016

milk pours like silk into her throat
she is happy
she is a song without lyrics
her bed sheets become wings
her midnight dreams can’t hurt her
she knows the day is full of stop and go
yes or no
she sings of ghosts
they hear her
they breathe her hair
she stares into their world –
their sand pail world –
clean sheets and
velvet-peace world
life does not have enough beets
or nectarines
it is a sandy shore
until she realizes it is not
picture frames of weddings and grateful days
that do not come anymore
they have disappeared
dissolved into
adolescent screams
and the horrific freedom
of the violent
she tells herself that it’s okay –
life does not smell like a bouquet –
there is no outer space
or Darien Lake
just a chip in her brain
making up
stories

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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