Words by Oliver Cocks
Art by Jessica Oats
Something New
What are you
un like ?
What are you
not?
Certainly,
tedious.
Certainly,
prudish.
Certainly,
any cliché
under the sun,
or any other
star or planet.
How, then, can I
Praise you,
if I, feeble writer
that I am,
cannot ransack
the store of tropes,
the inventory
of stock phrases,
to exalt you?
It seems I must
Create something
astonishingly new,
if only I can,
to laud your beauty,
and your soul.
