An Ode To The Midwest
Blair Emsick (12)
It is not the forest that haunts me with its impenetrable darkness and its tall horrible trees that climb and climb… It is not the forest, it is the pavement of this city that haunts me. Cracking skulls, looking up all of our skirts, taking us home, and driving us far far away. The grayness is taking over this city, bigger than the green, bigger than the blue. The gray.
It is not the wind that turns me in the right direction, inspires and awakens me. It is the sway of the street lights at night. Like tall old men reminiscing as small children play around them.
It is not the ocean’s breeze that smells as sweet as a lover’s breath; blood boiling from the slaughter of livestock can be just as sweet, sweeter then the belch of the ocean.