Welcome to Profound Lettuce, 2nd Edition

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Welcome to Profound Lettuce.

These are the works of members of the Fall 2018 English 30AB Creative Writing Class, Sections 4167 and 4170, at Santa Monica College, poets, storytellers, witnesses, visionaries. So please, take another stroll through our garden of Profound Lettuce, food for the imagination.

Copyright is held by the authors and Santa Monica College.

 

“Quitting” by Cameron Chyun

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“Quitting” by Cameron

 

Dependent? Maybe, but I can function just fine

I’ve studied all week, my homework is done

Ok, those are lies. I should quit, it’s a sign.

 

I still attend all the classes of mine

And my GPA is 3 points higher than one

Dependent? maybe, but I can function just fine

 

I don’t eat junk food, I eat healthy when I dine

And my brain thinks as fast as a bullet from a gun

Ok, those are lies. I should quit, it’s a sign.

 

Maybe I’ll quit, if the stars align

But right now, I think I deserve to have fun

Dependent? maybe, but I can function just fine

 

I don’t sleep all day, I wake up at 9

My responsibilities are met, I leave nothing undone.

Ok, those are lies. I should quit, it’s a sign

 

I’m not an addict, I haven’t crossed that line

And I’ll still be ok in the long run

Dependent? Maybe, but I can function just fine

Ok, those are lies. I should quit, it’s a sign.

 

 

 

 

“Secrets & Lies” by Nicola Edwards

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“Secrets & Lies”

by Nicola Edwards

When I was younger I would cheat

I would hide the veggies and a cookie I would eat.

I would take a shower, and always skip my feet

When I was younger I would cheat.

When I was younger I would cheat

I would hide my toys, my room would always look so neat.

When my teacher began to speak, I would jump up from my seat

When I was younger I would cheat.

When I was younger I would cheat

And over the years I’d get some heat.

For all the lies, tales and deceit

Now I’m older, wiser and am nice and sweet.

 

“A House Dissolves” by Gabriel Deibel

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“A House Dissolves” by Gabriel Deibel

 

The evening came and I woke up

to curl myself in your wool. Pale blues and creamy whites

where your whispers still hold. Our house is

like the warble of blue jays. Under gray clouds

that run down the length of my chest.

Those remains rot. Coated in blisters and sores.

 

 

My limbs stretch out to hold you while

eye sockets fill with biting tears.

My screams are

hollow.

They never reach you.

 

So our house dissolves.

Blown away in specks of ash and dust.

It’s nothing but air.

 

You laid down right here.

Do you know that? For three days

you gasped for oxygen

in shallow breaths.

To bury your eyes in deep

and bitter snow.

 

Now I’ll trade this liquor for blood.

To wander this mess of rooms I barely recall.

Wailing and wishing for absence.

I soak in bathtubs now, I try to scrub fat from bone

We both know winter comes, in years and months it still comes

Like your veins drowning in morphine

 

I must clean this