Pregnancy Test in the Garbage Pail
Here lies a pregnancy test
Surrounded crumpled with toilet paper
It’s done its purpose
A curse?
A gift?
A moment of bliss?
Positive or Negative?
That story is none of your business.
It will be here until
Garbage day
Then it will go to a landfill
Where it will remain
For the rest
of our lives
KYRA CARABALLO
Kyra Caraballo is studying Studio Art at the University at Buffalo. When it comes to poetry, she likes to get inspiration from their personal life and the people and things they witness whenever she walks around.
White Lady by the Beach
Peaking over the tall beach grass, I finally see her
The white lady that has been riding her bike on the sand
Twisting and jerking
the handlebars left and right
Her bike carves channels in the sand
crushing soda cans and whatever in her path
Her hair trails behind
In the wind
I never see her here in the day
Only during a weeknight
She comes out
And rides her bike
carelessly through the sand