Poetry from Laura Miller

Photo: Colin Maynard

Sonnet for the sleeping (utilitarian poem)

The same about a three-armed bench
is true for a supermarket;
true for little concrete pyramids
beneath an overpass;

cornfields that bear no crops,
but highschoolers, dressed
for Halloween, painted by smoke
and incense, begging you

through damp hay and plywood
to call them for liars.
The whole contraption falls
every time I try to close the blinds;

In the morning, I am in a whole city
of second-story windows that face the sun.

Laura Miller (she/her) is an undergraduate studying poetry at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, PA. She believes that art should seek to dismantle structures of capitalism, whether in viewers’ minds or hearts, and hopes to take even a tiny role in building a more compassionate world.

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