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Last Night I

By Miranda Sun

 

I read a poem last night and now I shed

rhymes from my head like hair. Lose line breaks

in boar bristles. Tear out syntax in

pure frustration.

 

That poem is the reason

today I have sonnets

fluttering loose

wherever I go. In the afternoon,

I sit and braid stanzas together,

and the sunlight makes even

the mistakes look nice, those

knots I can’t seem

to unravel, that my fingers

get caught in when I run them

through a song.

 

This always

happens. You would think

I would learn not to eat

poetry before bed, maybe drink

a glass of warm milk instead–

but I rather like the sensation

of sound across my scalp

and untangling metaphors

the next morning. We all

have our vices.

 

Miranda Sun is twenty years old. An alumna of the NYS Summer Young Writers Institute and the Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop, her work has been nationally recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and the Writers Alliance of Gainesville, as well as nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. Recent publications include Body Without Organs, Lammergeier, Red Queen, and more. She is a former editorial assistant for Ninth Letter Online and loves the Monterey Bay Aquarium. You can find her procrastinating on Twitter @msunwrites or roaming the streets of Chicago in search of bubble tea.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Winter Poems 2020

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