Presidents

When I think of president, the word,
I think not of the president
But of presidents.
Presidents of small town clubs,
And of library boards,
And the PTA,
And how I never was one,
And don't and won't care how famously I get recognised,
For whatever they seem to think I can do,
Or whatever strange talent that 10 year old learned,
And how you can be the president of your own mindset,
Without the senate blocking your every move,
So I've learned to take it slow,
And just wait for a claim to fame to strike you. 
Because many a time, it's just better the way it already is.  
 

emi_art_now

NY

15 years old

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  • leaving the heart

    she takes the stairs, 

    her heels click clacking down the hardwood steps. 

    she turns the tarnished silver doorknob, 

    and the door creaks open. 

     

    before her sits a man. 

  • too far to hold

    I catch a glimpse. 

    from afar, 

    the shine of his silky hair in the golden sunlight

    his expression unreadable, 

    as if he's pondering something he'd never tell a soul. 

  • watching him

    Kathy watched out her window as Samuel left his apartment, 

    spit his gum on the ground

    and lit his cigarette. 

    the same as yesterday. 

    the same as every day.