by Nicole McKeon
I
I am youth
incarnate
a young boy
full
of blood
I am
running away from home
(or)
I am
jumping on the train
stowaway daydreams
my younger brother
tries
to follow
his small palms are slippery
with
sweat
he falls back on the tracks
hard
he is not moving
I do not move
II
Our shiny badges proclaim
three letters
we are looking for
a missing child
a dead child
we are in the home of a
too
tall woman
her eyes are shifty
and she is holding a knife
but we have guns
and we are not afraid
she
has all these doors
that
won't open
III
Zach Galifianakis
is debuting a new
flavor of Skittles
they are marbles
of blue and purple
there is a party but
no one has tried them
yet, they might be glass
IV
I am walking to the park
there is a vending
machine
selling rare chips
and beer
I am tied between
margarine and Armani
when I remember
I don't have any coins
and I go into the park
where some kids bully me
for not being good
at the monkey bars
Nicole McKeon is forever a student. She currently lives on the top of a hill with her partner and dog. She can be found playing video games when she’s supposed to be writing poems.
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