I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke and Other Poems

By Georgia Sutherland

I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke

If life is a pool, I’ve plunged to my
 Death, watching Time watching me
 watching Time as my arms flail
 above ripples, my cries drown
 in laughter, some gleefully float
 above bold white clouds, the sun blushes
 staring six feet deep where Death claims
 my lips, all of me burns from
 a kiss that tries to steal my heart.

How Can You Say Life’s Fair When

money talks, veiled by Cuban fogs;
 gossips about last season's wear
 thrown like waste to thrift shops,
 to be scavenged by the have-nots.

Beyond the Fall

Among the rusted blades
 a few, still green, stay sharp,
 alert to the stealthy steps
 of a fiercely white foe.

Georgia Sutherland is an emerging writer and a Literatures in English major at The University of the West Indies, Mona