i love to write.
just say whatever comes to mind.
Written By: Rachel Alison
April 9, 2015
red cups + pounding dubstep + acting like you don't care when
drives home + the police officer lets you off easy + laughing bc the call was so
but life is good
you keep telling yourself that
staring out the window + watching the strobelights + the invitation
but you turn away + your own music pounds in your ear
from their communal rhythm. it jars your back, your neck
but you set your jaw + turn your melodies up
to block out their lives + hearts + try to focus on your own
your pen smears ink but your cheeks are flushed + you've never felt this alive before
nobody knows this feeling, you think, only you + nobody else
you're the one who dares to dream, right?
the lights blink in again + you hold the check in your hands
+ laugh at all the foolish ones
"i could buy all the beer off them + pay for their plane tickets home"
+ you hug it to yourself,
the piece of paper,
who proves that you truly belong to the land of the Wild +
not them. not at all.
and you come back to relive memories + notice the faces that aren't there
+ the people you always saw illuminated in bright lights
talk to one person who lost the nerd glasses, got contacts +
talk to the other who just won the pulitzer +
see the college parties on campus
+ pulitzer says "stupidity, pure stupidity there,"
+ million says, "they'll be sorry someday,"
+ you sit there, watching them all laugh
with their red cups and beer
and look back at yourselves
with thin glasses and champagne
and in your mind
the check dissolves, rippling, a droplet of water pushed it, and you wish