i wake up at 4am to the sound of a car, skidding

 

with tears in my eyes for some reason, sticky cheek

 

i make coffee and pretend that i have to catch a train

 

outside is all blue and i tell it to envelope me and 

 

the birds with their beautiful screaming

 

there’s a sound caught in my throat that coats

 

my teeth and you can’t hear me because you’re

 

doing this childish silent treatment thing

 

i wish i was heading ten hours north to maine

 

remember when you just had a tent, and no bells

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Jodi is a Philadelphia based graphic designer, artist, and writer with work published in Always Crashing, Metatron Press, Peach Mag, and MESMER. Find her on the front porch and on Instagram @jodi_bosin.