Plastic Bag from Corner Store Laments the Self
By Aliyah Cotton
When they finally find me
all sprawled in the limbs of this tall oak
who can’t look me in the eyes anymore,
I’ll ask that simple question of myself,
where I might be taken, or take myself,
when the power lines quit humming their work songs
to the fading red & black & blue
graffiti lining the underpass
where I spent my youth grazing,
or when the moon turns blood-red & maudlin
& coughs me back up
on the mangled Chesapeake shores.
And when they ask why I’m there, I’ll shrug my shoulders.
And when they ask where I’m going I’ll quote the sky again.
I learned at birth to smile
where my teeth are not. And I learned after:
everything that opens is a mouth.
Every mouth will spit you right out.
Aliyah Cotton was born in Virginia in 1997. She earned her BA at the University of Virginia and is currently working to get her MFA in poetry writing at Boston University. Her work has appeared in Spires, *Q Anthology of Queer Culture, and elsewhere.