I spent days in the sun
Why did I do this?
The sun was uncomfortably hot,
and I have never liked strawberries.
I then drove to a farm
I’d never heard of before.
When I arrived, I realized
that I wasn’t really there,
so I learned about the history
I walked down a shadowed hall
that was actually a clanging staircase
or might not have existed at all
and stood in the corner of a room
with countless cords hanging from the ceiling
like grotesque chandeliers,
a baby dangling from each one
by the top of its head.
I could pluck one and take it home with me
if I wished, or leave mine there
if it bothered me. Instead, I left,
blinking in the sudden sunlight,
ate a picnic lunch of nothing
or a bologna sandwich,
went home, went back next summer,
or never returned at all.
Emily Perkins is previously unpublished, except for one short story in her high school’s annual literary magazine. She is 15 years old and preparing to enter the 10th grade. She can be found, along with some blurry sunset photos, on Instagram at randomprettytrees.