week of October 22-28, 2007
Jessica Williams and Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo
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My name is Jessica Williams...I am fifteen years old and live in Lake Arrowhead, California, about ninety miles east of Los Angeles... I attend high school and love to learn anything I can...My artistic expression lies mostly in writing, and I started doing so at the age of four...I am an impulsive and amateur poet; pretty much just write when I need to, usually in freestyle form.
The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by Jessica Williams and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Over Easy Eggs
10/16/07; 3:46am EST
the castles in my femora
they have declared war on my circulation
red and blue flags
i have turned purple
is falling off my head
and crushing the nerves in my neck
like a mother bird cooing to her chicklets' bones
is turning to tea
a few of its leaves like driftwood in my heart
beating with me
my liver won't filter
must smell like the ocean
for my hair has turned to seaweed
humid, the brain
is in my neck, too
but it's an infectious swamp
i want to pluck out all its black trees
and feel the satisfaction of stinging
let the mucus ski
the lines in my palms
on the carpet
and across the room
is growing cacti
and i can feel the tumbleweeds rolling
across the prairie
that is my membrane
has swallowed ice
it is sore from impact
from my lust for you
i lie down and feel only whale harpoons
have forgotten my face
they feel like snorkeling goggles
they won't be blue tomorrow
when i look at the sun
i feel small enough
to the point where i could rent the 28" TV
and feel the leather in those cars
fall asleep to their trademark hip-hop
and drink tea with Geiko the Gecko
are so cliché
and i'm so afraid
that if i bend them back at all, they'll tear
ember the bus girl
still has scars "where they all intertwine"
my latissimi dorsi
has forgotten its job as a tuxedo
like an outlet, i am exposed
grotesque and naked
with plaque on my bones
are tired branches from my spine
i rip them open
to find a little oozing green
are fiercely running
no no no no please please please please
but they only run in their sleep
it tingles like fireworks
fell off when i threw up
in my chair
like Dixie's paper plates
"I love you, but this is it.
This is what I think is best now.
This time I thought.
So, I think you should give it a try.
This time, I'm going to be here."
but they were frisbees all along
now they're trying to fly away from me
but they were never really mine
My name is Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo, and I am a 27-year-old aspiring poet residing in Eagle Rock, California. I am currently working on an MFA in poetry from Antioch University Los Angeles. Besides my poet work I am also a high school drama teacher and theatre department director. Though I love teaching drama and creating plays with my students, my poetry is my selfish passion. It is what I do just for me; to keep me sane, and to keep me open.
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The following work is Copyright © 2007, and owned by Xochitl-Julisa Bermejo and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Lunar Eclipse 8/28/07
A crescent moon
like Micky D’s Mac the Knife
without the convertible
Is it moving?
A flaming ball of fire
like a comet flying through the sky
Do you see were the outside
Is beginning to glow?
A chocolate chip cookie dipped in milk
like a giant smiley face
Play connect the dots with the stars
And watch his wire body appear
Did you see that shooting star streak
Red across the sky?
A cosmic burger with cheese
An alien space ship roaming
Through the universe.
Like a the flicker of a dying light bulb
Can you believe how dark it’s getting?
An Ed Wood creation
Like a planet hanging by a string
waiting for the giant scissors
to come by and cut it down
Do you think it will get completely covered?
Like a celestial host, wafer,
To be placed on a waiting tongue.
a glowing orange ring of light
Like a firey meatball
I can’t believe it can get darker still.
Witnessing the heavens align:
Sun, earth, moon
Like watching God or something like it
How did anyone think the world was flat?
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