School of Fish
Eve Young
I want to be the only
good-looking guy in
the store, and the clerk
will love me for my
multicoloured hair.
I do all this to impress
people, with my perfect
smile, and I am completely
lost, stuck on the road,
and disappointed. He
was such a nice person,
so human, even with his
dog far from home. I’m
imitating it, but it’s not
working. It’s not my style
to open someone else’s
heart to the real me.
At least in these final
moments, it would be
nice if I could breathe
and whisper as easily as
the rest of the school.
I think it scares you.
I want to be scared too.
Eve Young is a writer from West Yorkshire. Her poetry has been published, or is forthcoming, in BRUISER, Epiphany, The Journal, Littoral Magazine, Home Planet News, Visions International, The Passionfruit Review, A New Ulster, Sein und Werden, and Pere Ube, among others, and longlisted for the AUB International Poetry Prize.