And maybe the sublime doesn’t work.
I’m sure goblins whisper to me. I say, some painters
don’t think. You blink and blink and
aren’t able to understand their hissing
is toast deviating sodium. Twigs, please
stop swapping greetings for
theme (meaning nothing).
Maybe diction is definitive, though I
don’t want it to be. I’m sure Monet evaporates,
but he’s deafening, screaming extend, extend, extend.
Aaliyah Anderson (she/her) is a junior majoring in Literary Arts at her high school in Petersburg, VA. Her work is forthcoming in Sour Cherry Mag and miniMAG. She’s obsessed with storytelling