Sarah Shupack – 3 poems 

Roller Coaster Road

 

 Do you remember those nights

when I was a sophomore and you

lived on my futon.

You used to wake me up at three in the morning

and we would get stoned

and drive up and down roller coaster road.

I heard someone got killed doing it once.

 

Even the next morning when I had to chug

three Redbulls to make it through

my finals, I would just laugh,

intoxicated in sweatpants.

 

The doctors could never cure you,

and maybe your new boyfriend did;

but sometimes when I wake up

in the middle of the night,

all I want to do is call you up,

‘cause driving alone on roller coaster road

isn’t as stimulating as it was when

I was the passenger.

 

🍃

 

South Virginia

 

 I could hate your girl,

I could tell you I think she’s

real pretty.

I can hope that you are still

sleeping on the couch in your mother’s

basement, watching the

Discovery channel and Conan O’Brien.

 

I still want to sit in your body shop for hours,

watching your black shirt get dirtier,

thinking about how hot it would be to fuck you in between

all those broken down cars.

 

Instead I wrote you poems in the dust

of the windows.

And you welded

“Marry Me” onto a piece of metal, because I told you

it was better than a text message.


 

🍃

 

Airplanes

 

 I want to spill into your arms

let my bones hang out of their sockets

over the bend in your elbows

and where each shoulder meets your neck

 

I want my muscles to seep into your pores

and melt into your skin

and spasm in your nervous system

 

I want  my red blood cells to dance with your

white ones

until our veins turn purple

and create wrinkles

shaped like airplanes.

🍃

  

Sarah Shupack has written poetry since high school, inspired in part by her twin older brothers who have schizophrenia. She is a graduate of Sarah Lawrence College in liberal arts/creative writing. She currently walks dogs for a living, while writing as she has time. She lives in Woodbridge, Virginia with her boyfriend Brian and dog Topanga.

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