By Kennedy Henning
No one tells you poetry is a puzzle
One where a lighter found the cover photo
Before you could open the box
Lick your fingers and place each word precisely
Spark the projector in your head
Paint out the sunrises you see
Using the nail polish you wore in 8th grade
Shake hands with the collection of people that keep their shoes tied in your brain
Always ready to cross the sidewalks you keep repaving
Feel the gravel shuffle under the heels of your brown boots
Taste the birthday cake your grandma baked you when you turned nine
Speed up the video tape you put on upstairs
Pause each memory with sticky glitter glue fingers
Use broken crayons to write them in a coloring book
Illustrate the frames with primary colors
Refrain from fast forwarding melancholy scenes
They always seem to be towards the finale
The airport is a graveyard for my mother’s tears
But everything sweet usually calls for a pinch of salt
I don’t know what good poetry looks like
I only know what it feels like
Author Bio
Kennedy Henning
Kennedy Henning is a 20 year old student currently attending California State University San Marcos. After growing up in Redding, California, she chose to move to southern California in pursuit of her B.A. in Literature and Writing. After achieving this, she plans to continue her education in earning her M.A. in Literature and Writing. When she is not writing, she works as an instructional aide for various elementary schools within the Vista Unified School District. Kennedy has a magnetism towards poetry, and enjoys employing the creativity necessary in producing her work.