Monday, 22 April 2019

A Poem by Esmé Kaplan-Kinsey


Phone call, and my mother’s face cracks like plaster.
Leans against car door.

Are you sure?

Car door blue, shiny. Hard point of white light on fender from setting sun.

Okay…and what does that mean?

Feet repel ground, ground sticks to feet. I should not be here.

Okay. Thank you.

Car is blue, and I should fold my body behind the wheel stick floating feet to gas pedal hurtle toward sunset, I should drive to the end of the world before
my mother can tell me the ending
That has cracked
Her face
In two.

Esmé Kaplan-Kinsey is a 17 year old writer from Petaluma, California. She is the founder of her school's creative writing club and editor of the school literary magazine. She was also a finalist at the Youth Speaks Grand Slam Final for Slam Poetry in San Francisco. Her work has been published in Teen Ink. When not writing, Esmé enjoys acting and making music.

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