All of the Above​

Issue 6

I fear I choose the days--
That hang with gray clouds in the sky,
Where the little person in my head
Is rocking back and forth
                Forth and back
In a tight little ball in a dark room
            Alone.
Maybe not alone but a loner,
Maybe the person in my head or me,
The voice I choose to give the microphone to
that screams those notes
Sitting 2 spaces above the staff.
It's all that buzzes in my head:
Those bees buzzing B’s
Parading down in straight lines
Too perfect to not be a choice
 
It doesn’t help being told to get out of it:
Choose to move on
Choose to have a good day
Choose to do something good for yourself
                        (#whatthehellevenisselfcare)
And now I’m mad. Nothing’s worked.
I’m stuck in a swarm of bees
And the clouds have turned dark and stormy
 
Thank God;
At least thunderstorms have
                    Some flashes of light
Unlike the gray numb passive clouds
That used to fly in my sky

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ADELE DUMMERMUTH is a student at Coe College, majoring in Creating Writing and Rhetoric. She enjoys writing poetry and short stories, along with sending random haikus back and forth with her dad (inspired by Ricky Baker from Hunt for the Wilderpeople).

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