The Girl

The Girl

Nadee-Sheena Joseph

A single-sentence poem in honor of James Joyce…

After all the hyperventilating, after the shouts, screams, and curses left her mouth, after the first rotation of her hurricane passing through the cold city streets, tossing old newspapers and spinning Starbucks cups, her determined body wrapped in her yellow leather jacket, balling fists and forehead veins, shallow breaths leaving her chapped lips drafting cumulus vapor in the dawn, her migraine pulses through while her heart burns from the pizza she gobbled for breakfast, her brain rehashing images of the girl and her boyfriend kissing in the school halls and giggling in classes she wasn’t in, these Snapchatted pictures pounding every beat of her longing heart and every footstep on the damp city pavement leading to the girl’s house, the ground cracking and shifting and quaking, anxious, pondering rejection, risk, and love, having the girl’s house in sight lifting her confidence and heart, defeating the brain, defeating logic, both concepts clearing, now fearless, as she climbs the steps skipping, hopping, and jumping from brownstone step to brownstone step, the stairway to heaven, the beautiful smile of the girl will be returned to her, as is her love, and she will smile back.