Dear Eve,
movement is king, right?
that moment when the light changes and you can cross the street
blacktop provides these flows, these guidelines
I tell myself: stick with this peace
it’s called being okay and it’s a full time job
I don’t want to hide in words anymore
in a jubilant bottomless purple sunset
get closer to home close to the bone
a surprising comfort
deeper layer of moss
to be so calm is so lucky
to be so loved so lucky
are you there now are you content
did you ride away on that motorized bike?
About the Author: Jessica Wickens is a poet and editor based in Richmond, CA. Her poetry has been published in journals such as Denver Quarterly, Bone Bouquet, Posit, Ginosko, and Whiskey Island Magazine. She is a founding editor of Monday Night, a small press and former literary journal. Jessica co-authored a correspondence poetics collection, Everything Reused in the Sea: The Crow & Benjamin Letters (Mission Cleaners Books). Her chapbook, Things That Trust Us was published by Beard of Bees.
Image Credit: Harris and Ewing “Street views, pedestrians. Washington, D.C.” Public domain image courtesy of The Library of Congress
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