Day One

Poem

 

When was the last time we felt so alive that our
hearts beat out from our chests and we had to yell just to
get out all of the remaining fear and sadness because we
suddenly had no more room for this
thing that had once so defined us but
now is so far behind us that we’d pass
it on the sidewalk and avoid eye contact since we’d be too busy
running
arms flailing
mouth agape
away

 

more by KRISTEN GREEN

photograph by Jordan Whitt

 

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