Two Poems by Ian Lee

Dogwoods
Trees grow
The branches stick out
And when viewed from the ground
The angle from the side
Makes them jut out
Wide and broad
And when you view the roads in a city
From the top down
It looks like the angle
From the side
Of the tree

Eyes emoji
Sideways fist emoji
Eggplant emoji
Sweat droplets emoji
Moaning emoji
Purple devil emoji
Pregnant woman emoji

Leaves emoji
Fire emoji
Face in cloud emoji
Eyes closed laughing emoji
Pizza emoji
Chocolate chip cookie emoji
Taco emoji

***

Sometimes Goodbye Is a Second Chance
Comments are sad
But a little bit funny
Why are there so many comments about suicide
On Shinedown music videos
And there are so many replies
All of them are supportive
My life would be a bad YouTube video
YouTube is now filled with video essays
They should make a social media for essays
I wouldn’t read them though
There’s Substack which I have an account for
But I don’t use it
I also don’t comment on videos
Because I am not supportive
And I am suicidal 
Maybe people would be supportive in the comments section of the YouTube video for my life
It would be filled with hate comments

___


Ian Lee is a cashier at a coffee shop in Richmond, Virginia. They have no literary aspirations or career goals. Alongside being a co-editor for Future Imperfect Journal, Ian likes to ride bicycles and eat unhealthy food.

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