UNTITLED
Georgia Kean
the wind howls
who does it long for,
i wonder
the sun sets
who does it bow down to,
i wonder
i am alone here
styrofoam cup
and pristiq 125
milligrams dissolving
in said cup
i wonder who the walls long for
everything is smiling
like that one Simpsons episode
i wonder who Lisa longs for i am artichoking on my coconut water
i hear voices i hear voices
but are they real are they real
repetitivity is the key to something i just don’t know
what am i doing here
what an odd poem, you say, i wonder what it means to end
what does anything mean
(existential crisis mode activated)
philosophy was never my strong suit for i ask questions none can answer me! what does
anything mean!
alas before i can respond the meds wear off i am no longer high and the world comes to
an end one world at a time
and sometimes things simply mean nothing and you are trying to squeeze juice from
toaster. dumbass.
everything is floating
i am very
hi
how
are
you
it’s been so long
since he touched me
i forgot what
his breath
tastes like
oops i’m
being weird again
let me go powder my-
pockets are leaking breadsticks and spaghetti sauce and poetry is God speaking to me he
says
you’re worthless look at it macrocosmically or something
the waiter is hot, huh?
Weatherall Crump-Kean is a sophomore currently attending the University of Texas at Austin High School. Her first book, artificial affection, was recently published and she is looking to revive the poetry genre with her collections.