Parallel

"I could show you
Where I live, where
I spend my time,
But the ocean
Floor burns my
Tongue. I have
Been on hold
With the phone
Company for the
Last ten years
Which gives me
Hope. I sit
In the freezer
Planning my escape
But I am comfortable
In silence. I sent
A post card to the moon
Telling him his light
Was burning my eyes.
As the cold air
Tried to arrest me
And I surrendered."

-By Alexis Youngs

(I really loved Alexis' imitation poem. It felt both different from her usual work, but still very her.)