United States

she/her. 16, i write poetry
est. sometime in 2017
currently waiting for wtw's 3rd golden age

Message to Readers

This poem sort of moved away from what I thought it was going to be at first, but I don't mind it. (Me? Writing more break-up prose? More likely than you think.) I decided to still post it in the prompt because it depicts someone trying to adjust to being alone & trying to understand themselves again after a break-up. Feedback is always so welcome, it makes my day!

i want to move to new york city because it does not care about me but i am too afraid to leave the bay area

March 1, 2020

PROMPT: Love After Love

it’s like this: cheek pressed up against cold glass
mirror and all i can see is you: on your back & looking up at the painted ceilings. 
or i am taking the train into redwood city & the dead grass reminds me of you. 
so it’s the coffee shop i avoid & the adore delano songs i hide in my playlists: 
first spring rains & iced lemonades that do nothing to cool me down but i like the way ice-cold palms feel pressed against my lower back.
there has never been an ache tiger balm can’t fix so i carry it around
& the smell follows me. & i am learning not to mind it:
but for now i think my fingers still feel safer pulling at the edges of my sweaters so they do not have to remember being pressed against the pillows of your lips.
right now it’s me: forgetting my phone in the backseat of the cab i take home.


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