by Emma Erickson
roses too bloom
I hear babies grow
I hope mine doesn’t
I’d keep my truth warm
but in the shade dark
maybe purple it reminds
me of coloring when you
wipe your dripping nose
with your wrist and leave
it shining in crooked light
where did the clouds go
here in between yellows
you’re who I thought I am
sails up on the clover
back pack blueberries
a spare train schedule
use the corner for your
gum we can shower in
dawn’s eye back then I
lived a land mermaid
days are mirrors now
though I wait for you
to come back to bed
press rewind play yes
in the shade I like it ok
Emma Erickson is a senior at the University of Colorado Boulder, where she studies Marketing and Creative Writing. She dreams of a world where dogs talk back. Her work has also appeared in Halfway Down the Stairs.
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