In Defense of Careless Word Choice
All of my apologies have been so
grammatically correct. When really I
should’ve thrown them at your feet
in disarray when I
had a spare moment you
should have had to lick them up off
the ground from where they
spilled out of me I
didn’t know what it
meant to bleed like
this I’m
sorry.
Alphabet Soup
There is a world in which the soup stirrer sees my face in the soup they stir.
The soup is clogged with the soup stirrer's tears.
Remembering is too easy, no. You must forget.
A face without a name, a name without a face, a soup without a stirrer, a remembering.
That’s what we are. A remembering.
The soup is not stirred and my face is forgotten and everything is sickening and everything is
exactly the same.
Olivia Couch
Olivia Couch is a sophomore at the University of Richmond, majoring in English and Classical Civilization. This is her first publication. She lives in Louisville, Kentucky with her cat, George.