Poetry Corner: I Wish People Would Quit Dying
By Tatum Spriester | March 29, 2020
I wish I could remember more of what it was to be small,
I wish my tongue knew how to roll off the word “Azerbaijan”
I wish I could sweat soup so I could run forever and ever and end world hunger.
I wish I was a witness worth protecting,
I wish my high school transcript was just a binder full of poetry and
pictures of mushrooms printed on purple cardstock.
I wish I could sleep in mystery places and eat raw meat.
I wish there weren’t so many poems that have the same names and
I wish there was more music where the instruments sound angry.
I wish I could find the perfect words to describe this old decrepit building I see in my dreams
with a staircase that falls in on itself as I climb.
I wish time would stop
and I could prance across the classroom
and slap a rat-faced boyman
and get him to stop staring.