what’s up?


I tell him about

the time that

I stared at

the sky so much

it turned away

from me.

I recall blades of

grass stretching

into a railway of


I show him

the wind that


me every night

I fall.


wow. I didn’t know

you could write poems.


By Nicole Rossides


Header image by Stefan

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