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Alina Martel
Poems
Aug 2019
Countdowns
Countdowns are two-dimensional
Don’t mean much
at all
to me
To see pixels in formation
Spelling out through transformation
the days and seconds till I
leave
It doesn’t hit
In the right way.
It doesn’t create the right pain—
Nothing beats when hunger pangs
Draw me to the pantry
Filing down the tins and cans
and my eyes land
on
the food that my mom bought for me
My favorites all stocked constantly
Knowing that I cannot possibly
Finish
A single jar of peanut butter
Let alone its twin
Before the numbers turn to hollow eyes
Before I close my door— say my goodbyes
A half-empty jar the only prize
To show that I have been.
on leaving home.
#leaving
Written by
Alina Martel
22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)
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