• Poetry

    Two Poems by Lindsay Young

    August 17, 2020 /

    Seven, Going on Nothing

     

    It was my sister’s birthday eve,
    the anticipation as big an event as the real thing,
    even for me, who always got a sympathy gift
    to curb the Little Sister envy.
    I got to see the surprise cake my mom had chosen,
    fresh out of a glossy flip book at the store.
    A supermodel cake, impossibly symmetrical
    and airbrushed heavily with icing.
    I couldn’t help myself,
    I had to sneak down to the fridge that night
    just to get a second look.
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