Least Read Poems About Britain

One year later, turning fourteen should not be a pivotal point in anyone’s life. Spoke too soon.

Mom told me and my sister we were all going to England to visit family for the summer. We did not know how to feel since we had never met them before.  We left when the sun was setting in the city. It was a beautiful site to see through the small circular window of the plane.

She gave both of us a piece of gum and we thought that was strange since we both have braces and are not allowed to eat it normally.

“Chew it and swallow when we take off. It will help with...

(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)  
 
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.  
 
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.  
 
The one who announced loving the...

I.

70 has been screaming
blue murder at God
since I arrived.

I tell her
she can’t take my stick

fuck that—

it’s the good one
this country can’t afford

ii.

39. Black. Floor length puffa jacket.
Stands on a waiting room soapbox
about how cops are out for his blood

tells me to look out for him
on social media

I ask him his name

he tells me it’s LeeRoy

I’m stuck between sympathy
for his mental breakdown
and the fact I’ve never met
a...