The Nomad
written by: Avery Beckman
i am not from here
not like them
(one more reprise and it’ll suddenly come true!)
a costume closet of army green
of plastic torches
of lead-painted eyelashes all labeled “shame”
(historically used as a sugar substitute in wine)
The Land of The free
sits quietly, listens &
i hear nothing in response.
i stuff jelly beans in my pockets
hidden
jeans ripped at my waist
sunkissed to their seams
did a DNA test at christmas dinner
struck gold, you see
great-grandmother from narnia
30 per cent to the T
staking claim to a land my
heart has yet to
Touch
Avery Beckman is a young aspiring writer, residing in New York City. She is currently studying English Literature at Fordham University, and performs her writing at events throughout the city!
