The Vanishing Beauty Exhibit
I must be moving along now......there’s a bigger and better
jam to put myself into:
the Vanishing Beauty exhibit.
Here I can live my life as far removed
from you as possible.
I dreamed just a little melancholy;
I dreamed to keep my head out of the oven.
Now I dream of moonlighting as a ram
who never deflates,
always tingles,
waiting patiently
Electrified
on display.
Trina Young is a mixed Black writer in Chicago. She has been published in Afterimage Online’s Inklight Gallery, Superstition Review, Burning House Press, Kristin Garth’s Pink Plastic House, Moonchild Magazine, Kissing Dynamite, and placed third as a Gwendolyn Brooks Poetry Award Winner in the 2015 Illinois Emerging Writers Competition. She’s on Twitter @tcyghoul.