Welcome to the Slant, where you'll find reviews and original writings by the members of Martin Library's Teen Advisory Board.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Poem: The Whale

by Tristan

I am the
undertow,
the current under me.
I plug my nose against
the water,
the womb water,
the cement-mixing water,
sinking into
me.
I hug my knees
against the
sunshine noise:
The sacred is reduced
to stage fright
and
water-logged newspapers,
washed up on the curb.

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