Poem by Anhai Roantree
I gather rocks and line them up like treasure here on the seafloor. The sirens sing sad songs and I clamp my hands over my ears to stop them from casting their spell on me. Here in this world I am fresh as a babe. Here in this world I am newly made. I eat this gold up like fruitcake and I’ll be throwing up pearls for days.
Anhai Roantree is an undergraduate student at George Washington University. She is a recipient of the Lannon Fellowship, awarded to students demonstrating great promise in and dedication to poetry. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in “Capitol Letters” and “WWPH Writes.”