over and over again

I have a disgusting habit of
mostly reading my own poetry,
which is why all of my poems
say over and over again the
same things: how much I love
one man’s mistreatment and
how I find enlightenment
in the air that carries the ashes
of all the burned bodies. my
poems say over and over again
phrases romanticizing dirty
new york sidewalks and the
way my body feels like it
wants me to beat it into a wall.
my poems say over and over
again how my father drinks too
much and my mother cannot
stop being angry, and my poems
say over and over again how
I drink too much and how I
cannot stop being angry. my
poems say over and over again
how the sun keeps setting on
all of us and how I am never
sure if it will come up again
or if I want it to. and my
poems say over and over
again how alone I feel and they
say over and over again how
that is ok with me, which is
a lie.

Sophia Cannizzaro is a perpetual student from Vermont, now living in New York City and studying at Columbia University. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in The Wild Word, Isacoustic*, Monstering Magazine, and Metatron Press. She is a full-time artist in that she fills as much of her time with art as she can, doesn't really get paid for it, and therefore works several gigs to pay for things. Her favorite website is etymonline.com and she can be found at dandelionmaze.wixsite.com/sophialuci or on Instagram @sophia.luci.cannizzaro.