Poetry: Misinformation

Misinformation

by Lila Ahitov

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The light attracts them

They scurry wherever it glows

They point you left

While they go right

You’re confused as darkness surrounds you

And see them basking

In the opposite direction

 

The light attracts them

Dim, mid, blinding

As long as the spotlight shines

And they are in the frame of sight

They pose and ponder

You sit and observe

 

The light attracts them

Looking a fool Bouncing back and forth

A second to be magnified

Panting and sighing

Glad to glint in the gleam

 

Then the light goes dark

What does that mean?

 

 

A brief note about work

Me and my brother have always been close. I chose this particular memory because as he is now in college, I find myself wandering into his room. I half expect to find him there. He would be reading a book, on the phone, or asleep, waiting to be a victim of my next prank. There have been many times of us recounting our night's adventures or me pestering him while he’s with his friends in his room. One of my oldest memories is me drawing a mustache on him in permanent marker the night before his school field trip.

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About the author

Since a young age, Lila has loved writing. Both reading the French books that her mother put her to bed with or attempting the lyrics of her dad’s favorite childhood Turkish songs, she noticed words. Heavy emotions can sometimes be burdening, and writing things, like her submission, helps release it. She is filled with gratitude for the freedom of choice in her future, which she hopes to include writing, travel, and law. Lila lives in Los Angeles, CA and is in 11th grade at Windward School.