BULLET CASINGS LEFT IN FLESH:
night has slowly cascaded down her neck
like blood spurting from a freshly-bulleted
wound, as filled and heavy as a black hole.
perplexed flies drawn in by the red syrupiness
are swallowed; the skin and the flesh wane
like a rose’s petals in her arm, and darkness
settles into the scarlet sap of her tissue, burnt.
finally. i'm done. completely, eternally finished with my sophomore year.
hallelujah. no more tests, no more homework. it's summerimte and the sun will be out soon and the world will smile down on me. i'm ready to enjoy life.
i just watched full metal jacket. i nearly wept. anti-war thriller, so exhilirating, so... so sad.
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on friday, grandma nety and cousin matan are coming. thrilled.
i got a 99 on my global regents, 95 on my chem regents. what about the rest? i don't know. i want to know.
this is it! tomorrow i will rise at 11, fall asleep at 1 in the morning, read books and watch movies, eat at restaurants and play with friends. my actual life has started. first real summer in lush, moist great neck, new york.
the trees have greened and leafed. layers upon layers of thin, green sheets gush from the tops of trees to the ground like long curtains. the sun pulses through each one. branches scatter across the sky.
can't wait to smell the linden trees. will visit manhattan sat/sunday. with grandma, with cousin.
goodbye, tests.
goodbye, griffin.
goodbye, papers falling out of backpack because of rotting apples.
goodbye, trips to bagel hut once a day.
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
label me:
family,
great neck,
high school,
home,
poem,
summer,
sun
