you are —
a sore in my mouth, born
savage amid the delicate vowels i
spin for mother; the last rotations
of summer, all cracked lips and
missteps into sidewalk puddles.
my head tilted & searching for a
requiem to the sky; the yellowing
calluses carved in my fingertips,
tender flesh hardened by sawing
strings. i trace your name like i’m
learning to write for the first time;
like driving on the freeway
with nowhere to go, broken brakes
and needing to get away; this poem,
a handful of loose threads with
ends i cannot stitch together
— a song stuck on replay
This is a reprint of work originally published in After the Pause.
Emmy Song is a junior at Montgomery Blair High School in Maryland. Her poetry has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and published in Rising Phoenix Review and Sierra Nevada Review.