Replays

By Joseph Sutton

I am once again ushered to a new home 

Driven here by my father’s stupidity and charisma 

A daycare this time, at least there’s fun to be had 

Two step-sisters, to be forgotten as everyone before them Like every other friend or acquaintance, gone 

Small children roam the rooms filled with colorful foam Once I knew their names, now they escape me 

Their faces a blur in my mind 

My experience a memory of a memory 

Ephemeral, not my own, 

But nonetheless in the padded white room of my mind

My father opens up a store 

Made for video games and parties 

I loiter in boredom, hoping to find 

Something more exciting than just a game 

I want to create, I want to teach others 

A young mind as myself wishes to change 

But another incident happens, whisking me away From this life to the next 

One that I will remember even less

About the Author

Joseph Sutton, Virginia State University

A Goofy Goober Weenie Hut Jr., Joseph loves red pandas and riding the sound waves of his own speech. His favorite emotion is whiplash. Unfortunately, his favorite movie is Doubt.