Monopoly Laurel Aronian

Monopoly

Laurel Aronian

Here, where the world is quiet; I lean out the back of the pickup truck. The wind messes up my matted-down hair, But all alone, I do not care.

Here, where the world is quiet; I listen to Natasha-Pierre, No One Else grasps my happiness, Or sees the trees beneath a pink sunset.

Then, I wanted things I couldn’t obtain, They ripped at my childhood like a split sea net, I wanted to feel as free as before, But suddenly, life lacking lust was a bore.

The silence was punctured by whistling noise, Life became complicated and tied me to her, A person who lied to me month after month, Why do I trust other people so much?

Here, where the world is quiet; The camp is abandoned and the masks are a crutch, They got me into the country club, Through berry bushes and biting bugs.

Here, where the world is quiet; I play Monopoly while the rain outside gushes, We watch the trees fall and cities collapse, Safely inside of our haunted shacks.

Then, I return to the hillside again, Anticipating what can’t be obtained in my grasp, The longing sets in and the months fly by, The following summer, still unsatisfied.