(grief)

at a family cocktail party
sitting at the adult table

scraping cheese on a saltine
and sipping diet coke

smile at the peel of cow heart
curled on greasy plates

(they speak in malagasy
a heritage i can’t understand)

(so i’m folding my limbs
in the words in-between)

(& grasping for
my broken tongue)

Carina Solis is an African-American writer from Georgia. Her work has been recognized in Teen Ink, Ice Lolly Review, the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, the Georgia River of Words, and the New York Times Summer Reading Contest, among others. She is also an editor at Polyphony Lit, an intern at Young Eager Writers, and a mentee at Ellipsis Writing. She is fifteen years old.

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.