The sun rises in shades of tuna
I can only hear
One song
See the trucks moving
Like ribbon around me
It's me and this machine
Somewhere are the bodies
I’ve put my mouth on
When I am old
And held in
I hope words
Will be lusterless
I want to be
Buffed so hard that even
The highway
Can’t scratch
When I get to school
One kid reads a piece
About how he wants to give
Relationship Advice
For a living
He says that a cheater
Will always cheat, and of course,
He wants to find a way
To make us learn this
The other day when locking
My house I had
A vision of a field
Behind it were three
Smaller fields
I can leave many times
And still not be
Gone
Copyright © 2020 by Emily Kendal Frey. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 18, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.