Aging Population - Hunter Bishop
You salt the steak,
cigarette between your fingers, holding it in “the proper way,” the way that makes you feel in control while your one crutch burns into nothing. Ash trickles down onto your food, but who cares about taste when your tongue has been rotting away for hundreds of years? We’ll all laugh when you’re gone, saying the old ways are done. Now that we’re in charge, things will be different. Surely, nobody knows how to run the world better than we do. Surely, nobody knows how to tear ourselves apart faster than we can. |
Hunter is a junior at Houghton High School.
The editors liked this piece's sense of tension and the stark twist at its conclusion. Hunter is also the author of two other poems in this issue: "Coffee" and "West Coast Wishing."
The editors liked this piece's sense of tension and the stark twist at its conclusion. Hunter is also the author of two other poems in this issue: "Coffee" and "West Coast Wishing."