“Did Cory text you? They say, He slept with your cousin and everybody
in the church is gossiping.”
I say he fucked Tammy
and acted like Claudius.
While I was Hamlet.
Eyes red like red hot peppers,
sobbing and rubbing my eyes like the soap
operas, and attacking with my beak like the parakeet.
After the text, a volcano erupted.
I was a puffed up marshmallow
better yet a puffed up bird.
Quanesha Burr is currently a graduate student. She strives to be an inspiration through her writing and her future career. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
*Featured image courtesy of contributor Brian Michael Barbeito*