The following poem by Isabel Young ’17 was selected for publication by the Louisville Review and will appear in their Issue 81, Spring 2016.
Our Romance is Kamikaze:
A suicide mission
for which we will crash and churn
igniting our ideals in the flames.
We sit around the radio,
words rolling from Roosevelt’s lips:
the Fireside Chat illuminating
the glow of our embers
and convince ourselves
we are ardent Americans.
You garnish the gravity with a twist of lime
and fill my glass with a Kamikaze.
I am the pilot,
you are the plane;
You have the leverage to liquidate me
if I let you.
Lost logic exits your engine
but it wasn’t made to last,
it was made to crash
like the drunken slumber
I fall into
after
3 Kamikazes.