Day to Day - Alyssa Brockob
Let’s pretend I’m a false realist
living in a country house painted whiter than my skin. Taking one part milk two parts tea with my antipsychotics. . . red or blue? It doesn’t matter the color; it’s what’s inside. Cyanide or morphine? It could be either or neither but the color will never say. Shade has no lips to speak. Coffee: black at noon. Read the paper: God Save The Queen! Why does god only save the Queen? Perhaps my windows are stained glass portraits of F. Fitzgerald and Rosa Parks. Another sip of coffee: black as societal issues sink my lungs in defeat, a horrendous ache in my temples is reincarnated. Glints of red window glass catch my attention from the corner of a wandering eye reminding me instantly that I’ve taken the wrong pill. |
Alyssa says, "'Day to Day' was written with the intent of slowing down movements that are most thought of fast, or rather not thought of at all. I also wanted to exaggerate the aesthetics of a routine--how small, unnoticed things can too be alluring."
Alyssa is in 11th grade at Atlantic High School. The editors enjoyed the unique subject of the poem and the dream-like experience while reading. Alyssa also wrote "Lemonade" for the Hot Dish Challenge.
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Alyssa is in 11th grade at Atlantic High School. The editors enjoyed the unique subject of the poem and the dream-like experience while reading. Alyssa also wrote "Lemonade" for the Hot Dish Challenge.
*Picture provided by Pexels