by Rivkah Chaouat
Nova Classical Academy
second hand ink
I fall into those second hand sentiments, the
pre-slumberous haze and the reaching palm of it.
The gazing upon each muted light, the
remembering of each dimming wick, the
fear of the lifeless smoke losing itself into the quick rush of the ruthless wind.
I scream at a thousand unfamiliars,
pouring into the life of a thousand flames.
I commit the bottomless crime of
forgetfulness in the eyes of six million candles.
I watch the paint fade and the credits play.
I walk away from 11 blows in a blazing city.
I fall into those second hand memories, the
false equivalencies of truths easily brushed by.
I wait and I watch and I run away.
Rivkah Chaouat is a 16-year-old high school student from Saint Paul, MN. She is interested in poetry, of course, as well as visual arts and law. She often centers her poetry and other writing around her relationship with Judaism as well as the natural world.