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  • THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

    by LYZ

    It’s 5:30 A.M.
    My mind, set on coffee.
    I need coffee.
    To the mug cabinet I go.
    Looking, searching for my mug.
    You know, the one with penguins
    painted on the outside.
    I scurry around the kitchen
    looking for my special mug.
    It’s 6:15 A.M.
    I finally find my mug.
    Buried under the dirty dishes in
    the sink.
    “Now I have to wash it.”
    I pour the coffee in
    and out it goes,
    out through the huge
    crack in the side.
    “Where did this come from?”
    “This is why we can’t have
    nice things.”
    Wasted mug, and
    wasted coffee.
    I get so angry.
    I throw it in the trash:
    no hesitation.
    It shatters to pieces
    in the trash can:
    gone.

  • I WANT TO TELL YOU

    by ELYZABETH

    I want to tell you about
    the forest living inside of me,
    the way the trees have your
    name carved along the bark,
    and the way there is a beehive sitting
    in my skull.
    I want to tell you about
    the way my body buzzes
    when you’re next to me.
    I want to tell you that I am sorry.

    I cannot be there to put you together
    after you kiss storms that rip you apart
    I want to be the river you chase,
    but you are packing suitcases
    and writing poetry about the floods
    that the last girl left behind.
    And after all the time you spent
    with your head under water.

    You probably think you need a drought, you don’t.
    You need someone who kisses you the right way,
    a drop of water that comes back to the shore.
    Just to wash over your skin.
    You are too busy,
    running from the tide to see the waves that want to kiss you like an ambulance.
    The way you have been dying
    for a long time,
    the waves that want to torment you
    that you can finally be saved.

     

  • NEXT YEAR

    by ELYZABETH

    There’s so many people every inch, every step you take the adrenaline will race. The lights so bright you squib your eyes shut. You hear the crowd of the fans scream your name. You count the steps you take as you watch the box of people judging you on every step, every move you make as sweat is rolling down your neck.

    The pace goes from fast to slow, and then back to fast. When it’s all over you are relieved yet sad.

    And now comes the greatest part of all. They start naming awards four, three, two and now comes first place. We stand there with pride until we all get together and celebrate…the greatest day we’ve had yet. Can’t wait for next year.

  • DEAF IS ALL I’LL EVER BE

    by ELYZABETH

    One day I woke up and Everything changed. I thought I was normal, but that thought went away. I was scared, scared that I would never be the same. I thought I would be treated differently. So when I walked into the room all I could see was doctors all around me. I am deaf, deaf is all I’ll ever be. I thought why? why me? Why could this be happening to me? It’s been four years now. And I wonder how, how could this be? I feel how normal this could be. I finally realized that I’d somehow get over the fact that I’m deaf, and deaf is all I will ever be. Being deaf has not taken control of me. Not yet at least. I still have my sense of smell, sight, feel, and taste. If I lost those I would loose control. But at least I lost one and not another. I am blessed with just one and not two, or three. Being deaf does not stop me from being “Me.” I can still be a poet, writer, or maybe an artist. So deaf is not all I’ll ever be.