I could see myself falling in love with a beat poet
I do not cook us breakfast
or lunch
we order every option we hadn't heard of
and ask if there are any
not listed on the menu
any nostalgia they've been wanting to fry
slice, boil
steam
we wake up to indie music
sliding through the walls
the precursors to cool
kissing their way in our ears
he pierces his ears at Claire's
and I pretend he did it himself
in a back room
or bathroom
he whispers too often
and writes about my teeth
on a chain around his waist
The Tune of a Turning Point
My mind is a loom with a hacksaw in it,
and your highwired wrists don't know how to balance.
I think you write with your ankles,
and I think no one runs away to the circus anymore,
so let's adopt the only remaining freak show;
let's let them stare at our knit fingers.
About McPherson Newell:
McPherson Newell is a high school student attempting to sustain an obsession with poetry despite all amounts of homework that try to consume her time. Her work is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review.
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