Poetry: Undergrad

Have you seen the creatures sitting cross-legged behind the alleyway dumpster?…

in an alternate universe, my cheekbone is still warmed by your thumbprint…

Though you walk faster and farther than ever before, it still rattles its chains and knocks on your door…

The thunder murmurs my subconscious, the rain soothes…

I want to believe that I’m completely over you. Until I see the footpath we used to walk on the way home from school…