The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2020

Jack’s Sonnet Penny Lane Met at a record store. Pixie dream boy likes Weezer ‘cuz they sound like summer feels. Not vegan, but he still only drinks soy milk. He says Green Day are the new Beatles. I question him when he says I’m pretty ‘cuz I don’t see it. Each postcard he sends tells me he loves the sea, so it’s fitting when he says that he drowns in my eyes and I know that’s cliché, pseudo-romantic, so sweet that it makes you puke, but, when you are as lonely as I have been, frantic, searching midnights for a place to run to every tongue is holy. Each word, a hymn. I just want so badly to believe him. The Meadow 197