Emily Sun (15)
Eating Kellogg's Kraves As ICE Tells Me To Leave This Country
Fresh-popped eyeballs
roll in my mouth. Gritty,
they tear my taste buds, sandpaper
my palette, mash between
my molars & sweet-
rot my gums. Their REAL
CHOCOLATE! filling,
lost in milk, squeezes down
my throat & dredges up
spit stuck in my trachea. On the walls
of my white mug, wheat mulch
suctions like star-
fish, like leeches on stark
legs. My stomach roils
but I feel
so
American!
Emily Sun is a high school poet and journalist from New York. She writes and edits for her school’s creative writing magazine and newspaper. Her work has appeared in the local NYC newspaper Our Town, she has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and The New York Times, and she is an editor at Polyphony Lit.
Eating Kellogg's Kraves As ICE Tells Me To Leave This Country
Fresh-popped eyeballs
roll in my mouth. Gritty,
they tear my taste buds, sandpaper
my palette, mash between
my molars & sweet-
rot my gums. Their REAL
CHOCOLATE! filling,
lost in milk, squeezes down
my throat & dredges up
spit stuck in my trachea. On the walls
of my white mug, wheat mulch
suctions like star-
fish, like leeches on stark
legs. My stomach roils
but I feel
so
American!
Emily Sun is a high school poet and journalist from New York. She writes and edits for her school’s creative writing magazine and newspaper. Her work has appeared in the local NYC newspaper Our Town, she has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and The New York Times, and she is an editor at Polyphony Lit.