Garden State Plaza
Tshahi Mombrun
The mall was filled with centipedes
large enough to live in water bottles
and clear as ice.
A zebra frolicked
through the constellations littered on the pavement.
Her name was Viola because
she had a way with music.
She dodged the metal motor-vehicles
and found the fountain.
Making every splash sound
like the strumming of strings,
she pranced like a clown.
The centipedes slithered around
listening for Viola,
but she didn’t want to be found.
The ceilings made of glass
shimmered in ecstasy
while Viola looked for the elevator.
On the way
she met my father,
an international superspy
trained to have the best eye
and find the vigilante.
He didn’t know
The vigilante was me.
I tried to escape this evil man
but I lost my eyes cream
in the grape-shaped
gumball machine.
Now I am stranded
working for the FBI:
Fancy
Babies
Incorporated,
for short.
Tshahi Mombrun is a sophomore from Mount Olive, NJ, majoring in Economics and minoring in Government and Business. She is a big fan of soccer and loves watching Dance Moms. After her undergraduate studies at Rutgers, she plans to attend law school.
Tshahi wrote this poem in a creative writing class taught by Professor Joanna Fuhrman. Fuhrman selected this piece for inclusion in WHR.