12 October 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 3
Young Americans
Your eyes are green, like bottle glass. I am unhinged
by specific compliments. At dinner tonight, you put
hot sauce in my water glass, and I thought you were perfect.
You were wearing loafers, which didn't suit you at all.
I was thinking of the war, which I never do, but those tanks
lumbered in my dream, and I am still shaken. Later,
I will go to the grocery store and run into Paulina,
who will tell me she is moving to Los Angeles.
She'll say it out, both words, as if it might save her.
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About the author:
Kit Frick was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her work has been previously published in or is forthcoming from the Furnace Review, Boxcar Poetry Review, Sarah Lawrence Review, and The Looking Glass. Kit received her BA from Sarah Lawrence College where she was the 2004 recipient of the Lori Hertzberg Prize for Creativity and was one of four student organizers for the first annual Sarah Lawrence College Poetry Festival. She will be receiving her MA in Higher Education from New York University in September 2008.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Kit Frick at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 8, No. 3, where "Young Americans" ran on October 12, 2008. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
