Junkavore Poem by anais vionet

Junkavore

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Sophy's mom sent her a giant case of 'Fun dip' - a thousand packets of sour, fruit-flavored sugar. Is there anything more junkavore a parent can buy a child - well, ok, an 18 year old?

She LOVES them and so does Leong who's from China where, apparently, you can't get useless, non-nutritional snacks. The two of them are running around, all sugar hyped with their emo-grape-chemical-lips, sticking out phosphorescent-green-tongues and threatening to tickle everyone with cherry-red-fingers. It has me wondering, should I switch to dentistry?

Our college prep has moved to a new phase - with just 16 days until classes begin. We're suddenly sleeping-in. It's nothing we planned or even discussed, it just started happening. We go to sleep around 10pm and sleep until 10am - or later. I think we all subconsciously realized that soon we'll be back to sleeplessness.

I'm peachy - in a great mindspace - these days. I'm well rested (see above) , we're killing our sophomore prep - even the physics, my period was a nothing, we spent over two hours in Ulta sampling perfumes, I have a new Macbook M2 (see below) and I painted my nails in tropical colors.

The FedEx man rolled up yesterday. 'Anyone expecting something? ' Anna asked the crowd of roommates attracted by the driver bringing packages to the door, two at a time. No one was expecting anything. Eventually he'd delivered 8, back to school, M2-Macbooks (2 in each color) - one for everyone - from my Grandmère.

If that sounds needlessly ostentatious, then you're thinking she went to the mall and paid full price, but she probably just traded Tim Cook a half ton of lithium or something - one of her companies mines it - in Chili - I think. But still, my roommates were blagabloo.

I picked a starlight one. An odd thing about the new, flat Macbook-Air design is that you can't pick it up with one hand - unless you hook it underneath with a long fingernail - what are guys going to do?
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*Slang:
junkavore = someone who eats completely unhealthily
peachy = happy and healthy
blagabloo = ecstatic

Tuesday, August 9, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: teen,summer,vacation,sleeping,computer,university
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 09 August 2022

Yes, by all means switch to dentistry --- unless you don't like to always be feeling down in the mouth.

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anais vionet 09 August 2022

I'm not sure I could look at people's teeth all day - that sounds pretty repetitious and limited.

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Bri Edwards 18 August 2022

Anais, your 'poem' was, for me, .very 'peachy'? and made me nearly 'blagabloo' (sort of) . So, except for the sort-of-stanza formata of your writing, it did not strike be as a POEM. ...

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anais vionet 18 August 2022

I don't think I write poems as much as stories - most of the time. I don't like rhyme

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Kim Barney 18 August 2022

Beware, Anais! My friend Bri has started to follow you! Don't walk down any dark alleys! And be prepared to be bombarded with multiple comments on every poem...

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Bri Edwards 18 August 2022

you may look down my throat any time, ...with no mask required. bri : )

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Bri Edwards 18 August 2022

Kim is a fine poet and seems to be a fine person as well, and is OLDER than I am! ! Let me see more of yours.

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Bri Edwards 18 August 2022

In case you don't know, Kim's reterence to 'down in the mouth' I think was his attempt at a joke.

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Kim Barney 18 August 2022

Ah, Bri, I never could slip a subtle one past you, could I?

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Bri Edwards 18 August 2022

I plan to read more of yours; I can sleep till 10 OR 11, at age 74 and retired. Ha ha! : ) bri

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