CREATIVE WRITING 17
CURVE-BALL Unless you have a crystal ball and a flair for the mystique, you can’t predict what happens to you. There may be cryptic whispers in dreams, but they often go unnoticed or gather dust, forgotten. Luck comes around sometimes, and spirits you onto a good or better path. Sometimes luck doesn’t stick around though, or just doesn’t show up. Hoping luck comes to hang with you, MAYAN GODMAIRE
Creative Writing Editor
Kalopsia EMMY RUBIN Contributor I saw her walking down the street Holding her mother’s hand. She was wearing pink shoes with ribbons And was eating one of those lollipops That looked like they could hypnotize talking rabbits In those retro cartoons. I was sitting on the sidewalk Picking at the hole on my knee, Rationalizing that what’s big is deliberate And what’s small is a sign of misfortune, Even though I know that a hole is a hole No matter what size it is, And the wayward threads that border its edges Are the hints I unintentionally give the world that I’m breaking through my seams. Maybe that’s why I’m so mesmerized By the girl with pink ribboned shoes; Because while I’m worried about what I’ll eat tomorrow, She holds on to her mother’s hand As she takes another lick of her lollipop, Never once taking her eyes off the amorphous clouds surrounded by blue, Not noticing my longing to be looking up there too.
