(Inspired by Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong)
Sosi, run. Adulthood is chasing you
later. Don’t eulogize your
fish before its belly points to the future.
Stand skinned, tall and limp. You’ve
earned the loss of ‘i’ in your name. Now
it just reads “S.O.S.”
Maybe if we burned through the
treadmill, we could live in the space between
‘i’ and “S.O.S.” before the ‘i’ dissipates and
it all sneaks its way back onto your body.
Sosi, come
Here. Be Here. You’re tomorrow—you just need
to know today is a shadow of your forgetting. Years
will bead your necklace. Today, the charm.
Sosena Audain is a writer from Washington, D.C. She is an alumna of the Kenyon Review Young Writers Workshop and the Sewanee Young Writers Conference. Her work has been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, Fleeting Daze, and Disjointed Magazine. She has a novella entitled The G.I.V.I.D and is working on a novel entitled Address. When she’s not matchmaking words like people, she is listening to music and she is probably singing along. She likes cats, philosophy, and life itself.