Zayn Leaves One Direction, Teen Girl Twitter Universe Mourns

By on Mar 12, 2017 in Featured, Poetry

Teen girl crying over Zayn from One Direction

Everything seems to happen on a Wednesday —
now he is gone and I have a thousand names,
a handful of universes, a hot flush behind my
teeth. Mermaid cheeks, where did he go —

now he is gone and I have a thousand names,
videos of screaming, thinning whistled T-shirt
teeth. Mermaid cheeks, where did he go —
cat eyes dying into 4th period. Please get

videos of screaming, thinning whistled T-shirt
fusion. Vigils send tendrils up his jaw, hammerhead
cat eyes dying into 4th period. Please get
out of bed come back. 34 tattoos, samurai

fusion. Vigils send tendrils up his jaw, hammerhead
aquaphobic: yes, I am a chronic, a nomad, willed
out of bed come back. 34 tattoos, samurai
us two 15-year-old body-glittered seekers —

aquaphobic: yes, I am a chronic, a nomad, willed
to lick the dust from the top, found
us two 15-year-old body-glittered seekers —
seventh day, burn the pictures in the park,

to lick the dust from the top, found
to bend the triangle. I miss you like
seventh day, burn the pictures in the park
crazy. There is no reason to check or

to bend the triangle. I miss you like
my palms. No need to wash the car, brush like
crazy. There is no reason to check or
leave your shoes under the mat & put up

my palms. No need to wash the car, brush like
the safety’s up, you know he can’t even swim —
leave your shoes under the mat & put up.

About

Eve Kenneally (from Boston by way of D.C.) is a recent alumna of the MFA program at the University of Montana. Her chapbook, Something Else Entirely, will be released by Dancing Girl Press in 2016. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Yemassee, Parcel, decomP, Star 82 Review, Blue Monday Review, and elsewhere.