the credits of your favorite movie start rolling
and you don’t like the font of it
Like the taste of the last gulp of beer from the
third glass you thought would never finish
Like the sound of your best friend’s Yorkshire terrier
drinking water from a silver bowl
Or that warmth of the air you feel when
you enter a classroom full of people
but no one is talking and it’s a
fourth period class and you somehow
feel pity for the professor and he’s
got that same expression he had from the week before
Like the toddler’s face when they’re on all fours on the concrete
drawing a dinosaur with a blue piece of chalk
Or how the rain made
the city you hate look even uglier than before
It’s the moment you crack open a fortune cookie
and pulling out the strip of paper that doesn’t make any sense to you
Or the color of a tired mother’s eyes at
Wal-Mart forgetting to buy that green laundry detergent
And like the smell of cheap perfume
your long lost friend is wearing with confidence
Or when you almost fall down the stairs but then you save yourself grabbing the handrails
and you imagine what would’ve happened to your elbows if they had hit the floor
And these things make you think about the color white
and black
and all the colors in between
and what the prisoners in jail are thinking at night
while other families are
playing the game of LIFE
on the polished red oak of their living room floor
and they have four different kinds of ice cream bars in
the freezer that they will save for tomorrow night
because they will have a slumber party and order pizza and
tip the pizza dude
And their next-door neighbor has a gray cat
that sneaks out from the back door
to meet a black cat
on a rooftop of a tiny flower shop
and together they will stare at the moon
(it wasn’t so full tonight)
And maybe, just maybe
they will think about all of the things I feel at 4:42
Rikako Kurasawa is a 3rd year student in the Department of English Studies who loves to write poems in her tiny notebook she keeps in her pocket. She is obsessed with Roald Dahl’s short stories and spends hours looking at makeup and fashion blogs.
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