Poem
I am not writing a poem
I cannot write a poem
The best I can do is attempted poeming
Where sentences are senseless
Just like real life
All I can do is try to grab at a word
Like that glass box they blow air into at the pizza arcade
Scraps fly past my ears and it’s all noise and rushing
I come out panting with a handful of crushed verbs and nouns
Photo: Avery Vincent, 11th Grade