Plum Sky, Driving Back from Upstate New York This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

We hum to oblivion
To shadowed trees blending to ebony
Graceful like deer and hummingbirds
Sky becoming more purple
Ripening like plums
You know, when it gets dark it gets harder to breathe
He’s falling asleep in the front
Air conditioning prickling him like cacti
And I keep my eyes angled like a cat
Yellow with black holes,
Red, white lights, paths that crossed but no one noticed.
Sometimes I hate cars, the way they line highways like isolated elephants
Only more fierce and apathetic
Families of cars each housing its own army.

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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