"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


Something Out of a Dream

Something Out of a Dream

Dreamland

the face i see 
before i close my eyes
is the face i see
in my dreams
where faces don’t matter,
only spirit and soul
searching for you
over and over and over 
again i see your face
crying in my car
telling me how i’m the one
that you see in your dreams
at night the face you
want to see 
is mine.

 

 

Farm Animal

if red means stop,
how come the blood
keeps dripping 
d
   o
      w
 n
my chin into my plate 
half empty half 
happy fake tears, real stains
of mud blood soaked sheets.

how do i feel? 
i know i am the pig
in the farm 
who knows they’re next 
on slaughter lane
because one look at 
the farm boy’s face and 
all you see is 
shame.

 

 

Life as a Pantoum

To your heart’s rhythmic decay,
as delicate as the stained silk dress 
hanging in your closet to remind you 
that appearances aren't everything.

Delicate as that stained silk dress,
your mind wanders, wondering why it is
that appearances aren't everything,
gazing down the abyss.

Your mind wanders, wondering why it is
okay for you to slither and stray away
gazing down into the abyss,
when others aren't slaves to their brains.

So it’s okay for you to slither and stray away
hanging in your closet to remind you
when others aren’t slaves to their brains,
but to their heart’s rhythmic decay.


Morgen Brittany Nudel is a college senior at Florida International University.

Cover photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

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