Catapult Alumni | Poetry

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This poem was written by Em C. Ma in a 12-Month Poetry Collection Generator taught by Angel Nafis

why bother. We’re all in the same
tacky Barnes and Noble, only embarrassed by
each other. Christmas music is playing and I shoulder
my way to the shelves between
Biography and Historical Fiction. All of us look for
the same obscure book: [Redacted] Apologizes.
I’m pretty sure it’s fantasy,
some cross-genre of sci fi, derivative of
I’m sorry.

Isn’t it embarrassing to want something so bad? I mean,
to think that I’m grown and still open. My god, of course I couldn’t be
a daughter. If I had an apology I’d stop inventing them.