I think that if you
took my brain apart you’d find
a gold mine of music notes
in my perirhinal cortex,
spilling out from the flesh like
I can taste songs like memories,
feel them like years and summers
and seasons, smell the soap
I had used to clean my hands and the
clothes I had worn in the car.
My chest aches when I remember the
tree that holds me, roots stuck fast
in my heart, my brain, my being,
that defies my self-isolation with deliberacy
That keeps a plethora of records in my
subconscious and makes my heart hurt
when I remember that I love.
– Lila Schlissel
Lila Schlissel is a student from Danbury High School’s Class of 2023. Outside of being a (self-proclaimed) writer, she is a lemonade-loving, bag-crocheting, paddleboarding, pen-doodling, tap-dancing, book-clubbing, softball-playing, room-messing, sunset-loving, podcast-making, saxophone-playing, sweater-thrifting, headphone-wearing, black-tea-loving, rain-indulgent nerd.