By Stephanie Hickner

Deep breaths and

pillows for lips

I never forgot

how you and I

so tightly fit

Like two corner pieces

jammed until the

edges split

Buttoned pockets and

Eyes that swim

Turn around again

And I’ve drowned in gin.

Like opaque fog

that hardens

As it fills me in

Tightened chests and

clenched fists

you and I, see

will always exist