So I’m thinking of you as an act of god: divine lightning that slams down and inks a tattoo up the trunk of a tree; some permanent mark of almost destruction. Or you as something nearly forgotten but brought to clarity in the image of someone turning or the smell of caramel starting to burn, sugar crystallizing after it melts and before it jumps to flame, or the taste of under ripe pineapple so tart that it makes my tongue ache. And you in the form of a poem that I will never be able to put down in words but will imagine before I fall asleep;sentence imprinted on the backs of my eyelids and the letters group together like piles of fallen leaves or the dregs of tea that I could never find my fortune in and I will blink them away until I’m only dreaming and there will be you running ahead of me until we both are gone.
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Chloe N. Clark is currently a creative writing major at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. She has poems forthcoming in Verse Wisconsin and Diverse Voices Quarterly.
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