Prizes
Carol Es
He gets the blue ribbon
Takes the cake
All the luck
All that crap.
It should have been you.
All these cramps in the chest,
2-second memories,
scarce
exteriorization
All at your expense.
It isn't fair
How you pet my hair
& he gets the prize of my soul
When it ends,
Can it be
Will I be alright?
Will I find you with
A diamond,
dancing in a mineral spring
& a lovely life
with a love more deserved?
While he strolls in years
Arcades of phase,
tarnished metals like paper airplanes
thrown in waste
In a whirlwind of sad perfection.
