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Two Poems

Isabella Yagid

 

I’m Dying Let Me Out

 

My housemate wants to kill me
And I don’t know how to survive
When the person who wants you dead
Is just on the other side
Of a wall
6 inches thick.
Pushed aside by the raging tide
That is HER.
A focal point in the face of time itself
She sits in the loveseat and
Tells me how I make her feel
Like she’s dying
Which is strange
coming from the girl with the clearest skin in the friend group.
She says she wants peace
But peace is hard to come by
From inside this polyurethane bag
That I’m stuck inside of
Constantly toppling over as she carries me to the fridge
along with her milk and her eggs

 

Foureightnine

 

My boss’ ego is so big it could protect him from the rain, but it couldn’t hold his weight in gold.

My boyfriend wants to love me but his love can’t fill the holes.

 

Fuck Shakespeare and Virgina Woolf fat load they do me now

When my group mate leads the coding project like some

holier-than-thou

 

The things that used to make me feel that lightness in my chest

now weigh me down so that my past I always will regret

the way I let you do those things to me but did I have a choice

If the beating of my heart was louder than my voice?

 

 

Isabella Yagid is expected to graduate in May 2023 and lives in Maplewood, New Jersey. She writes, “I still think about every stray dog and cat I’ve ever seen. They run through my mind all day. They haunt me.”