2 poems

by Uma Menon

Winter Park High School

deserted playground

learning to play is difficult
in a deserted playground 

more so than learning to read
write    sing    dance      finding

enjoyment in each act becomes
more and more difficult 

as i age. to know that my skin
will rust to ash gray one day 

like the chain of my swing
& leave the earth suddenly 

like the children of an aging
neighborhood              i cannot fathom

when i press my ear against
the basketball hoop  

i hear songs of children whose touch
turned this playground to rust.


in quietude, i search for a voice
that my ear cannot pick up 

& tighten the lid of a long-
emptied jar. by day, i hope that  

telekinesis can move my mind
into closed spaces, but it  

is claustrophobic, incurably so.
i wonder where my mind goes 

after the moon swallows this jar
& where i go after this. to the same

place i hope, so telekinesis can
move silence away from me.

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Uma Menon

Uma Menon is a fifteen-year-old student and writer from Winter Park, FL. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Ms. Magazine, Iris Magazine, and The Rumpus, among others. Her first chapbook was published with Zoetic Press in January 2019. Uma is also an activist for marginalized groups.