By Grace Yoon

&&& (anchor)

after WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

if that were to be so,
that the current current didn’t expect much,
how would the waves dodge its depends?
or will it always be fate&destiny it rests upon?

the promise of the next tide shall bring a-
nother share of tomorrow’s peace and the red
that bleeds will turn the wheel
of tomorrow until he lies beneath his barrow!

his eyes will be glazed
with shocking compunction, with
the color of a monsoon rain.
the current will still push and pull its water.

the present will lay yet another anchor beside
the sunken ship of innocence. the
sea will repair itself a clean white
slate and the fields will open home to new wheat and barley, but no chickens.

tire of it

improper vocal technique 
paper thin chords
and paper thin muscles
rasping burning
never exercise this weak because next
week is the week
god knows and i know and it’s up
to divine intervention, really
everyone, convinced of that simple fact
sleeping with
grinding teeth and open ears,
goody hardcore rock indie deities blasted at
incomprehensibly loud volumes
get a room you with your poetry
on van gogh’s ear and the meaning of your tears
go cry yourself to sleep whatever the case
(and i have seem them all)
tire of it child
(and that is what you are)
tire of it quickly
quickly
quickly
learn what you will consume
what cushions
you tire (out)
quickly
quickly
quickly.
fulfillment is as much a ghost in this life as the next man’s.

Grace Yoon is a sophomore at Choate Rosemary Hall. Her work has been recognized in numerous competitions, such as the Scholastic Writing Awards, and her slam poetry performances have earned her the title of Connecticut Youth Grand Slam champion and invitations to regional, national, and international slam conventions.

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