11:04am in Burlington

Four flags ripple in the soft
Morning, soon-to-be-afternoon air
Four countries I know should know
But no one ever taught me
Navy Subarus and silver Hondas
Speed down a multi-laned highway
That I'm too young to understand
Signs flash muted colors
And basic fonts that advertise
This and that and fit in with
That basic modern aesthetic
Tall red brick buildings
And walls of bright peeling paint
Coat the city in that everyday
Broken blanket of normal
 

elise.writer

VT

16 years old

More by elise.writer

  • fragile foundation

    every twist of inadequacy's blade

    (each one worse than the previous)

    fell in a rhythmic order, one that your silence

    carried in. did you hate me?

    you'd never say so. so blindly, i never changed.

  • sunday nights

    sunday nights are my own.

    old music in the corners of my mind

    pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems

    two hundred and seventy-two

    little golden lights, 4 walls

    that mirror my soul.