Directions to my House
1) I stare at my fingers criss-crossed over
my leopard-print leggings, sitting
in the car, studying the uncreased palms of
a girl who spent most of her childhood
on a white-leather couch
with cheez-itz lurking in the creases,
drinking nesquik chocolate milk.
2) My parents are foreigners.
They can tell better stories
about the ride to school–Mate de leche
lingering in their sinuses, the bomb
infecting the memories of the grave that their
mother was supposed to be buried.
3) I went to school in the states.
I didn’t pay attention to the window
on the drive to school, I just
let my stinging eyes glaze over.
4) We drove a boy to school with us.
He is in the 4th grade and likes legos and planes
but not lego-planes. I think he’s still in the 4th grade.
He’ll go to college with me next year.
5) I made that drive again last
week to go pick up a plastic flag, the
kind where the edges ruffle as you test
how far you can stretch the star in the middle and
oops it can’t stretch out any further than my arms.
Sophie Szew is an 18-year-old Jewish-Latina-American from LA who started writing poetry while she was literally on what was supposed to be her deathbed. Now fully recovered from a life threatening eating disorder, she uses her writing as a platform to advocate for social justice. She is an apprentice at BreakBread Magazine U.S. Congressional Intern who has been published in TABC’s Poetry Collection, FEAST, Tipping the Scales’s She Speaks Anthology and The Dillydoun Review among others. When not writing, Sophie spends her time volunteering with unaccompanied, undocumented child immigrants or building up the numerous advocacy organizations she is involved with, including the Youth Latinx Leadership Conference and Lady Gaga’s Born This Way Foundation.
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