trash, 2018
Anna Dunn
january 16th, 2018 is dead
i’m out here stumbling
over the date line
i’d love to laugh at the construction of time
but January 16th is not Your birthday
soon You’ll blow out my flame
smoke billowing
through trembling fingers
that now know better
than to try and catch
something already gone
just like the day
just like the sun
just like the water i’m sailing on
no escape when
you drown the ocean itself
in your used plastic people
while the littered earth
keeps revolving
around You and only You
thrusting me from west to east
i wish i wasn’t caught in Your orbit
january 16th, 2018 is dead
but this plastic heart still loves You
floating, never disintegrating
always wondering
where smoke goes
when it escapes into the atmosphere
Anna Dunn is an Undergraduate student studying creative writing and psychology at Sarah Lawrence College in New York City. She just returned from a Semester at Sea study abroad program where she circumnavigated the globe on a ship and hope to travel many more places in the future. She graduates next year. She currently live In Idaho with her Dog and Cat.