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by Hadiyyah Kuma
I talk about wanting to be buzz lightyear
and somebody asks what a lightyear is so
somebody else starts laughing,
so the auditorium lights gleam in their eyes it’s him
so it’s greg who pretends to be a cowboy
oh greg, you’re the whitest boy and buddy
that accent is so not tom hanks
but we love you anyways ok angel
we do we love your glittering wings
the truth is we always did, you’re sweet
thank you for being alive keep laughing
the admin’s not looking laugh harder
we’re muscled up at the end of the stage
sneakers titled downward, so ready to go
infinity-and-beyond on their asses
my favorite kind of growth is keeping my eyes
on a stone cherub as I catapult into the pit
the whooshing’s like a small heaven it’s
so good I write it in everyone’s yearbook
I wear my sneakers until they bust so bad
my toes hit against the pavement
and the bottom of my socks turn black like soot
and somebody asks what a lightyear is so
somebody else starts laughing,
so the auditorium lights gleam in their eyes it’s him
so it’s greg who pretends to be a cowboy
oh greg, you’re the whitest boy and buddy
that accent is so not tom hanks
but we love you anyways ok angel
we do we love your glittering wings
the truth is we always did, you’re sweet
thank you for being alive keep laughing
the admin’s not looking laugh harder
we’re muscled up at the end of the stage
sneakers titled downward, so ready to go
infinity-and-beyond on their asses
my favorite kind of growth is keeping my eyes
on a stone cherub as I catapult into the pit
the whooshing’s like a small heaven it’s
so good I write it in everyone’s yearbook
I wear my sneakers until they bust so bad
my toes hit against the pavement
and the bottom of my socks turn black like soot
Hadiyyah Kuma is an emerging fiction, poetry, and freelance writer from Toronto, Ontario. Her work has been featured in the Jellyfish Review, The Rumpus, Cosmonauts Avenue, and Ghost City Review. She’s curated a playlist of restaurant sounds because she is soothed by indiscernible chatter. (Twitter: @hahadiyyah)
"When I think of a place I think of it rooted in the people, smells, and objects, not just walls and barriers. When I think specifically of a place like high school, where everything seemed possible, I think of the people that helped me break walls down just because it was a fun thing to do. Most of the time I love being young and I love to do it with others. Being at the edge of something and not knowing where exactly is you’ll fall is beautiful and dizzying. As I get older and more afraid, I want to always remember that sacred space and the people who made it possible."
Hadiyyah Kuma