joanie mcmanus, age 19, writes about her beloved.

back then you were a delicate willow tree.
strands of your hair were long soft branches
and i would hide in your face and it was so green
and blue and unhappy and i didn't care,
you were so beautiful
i couldn't help you
BUT SOMEDAYS, YOU WERE A PURE
UNFILTERED SUNLAMP. I NEEDED SUNSCREEN AND
SUNGLASSES TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM BURN-
AND SO HOT TO TOUCH.
but late at night you were so green.
covered in green time. mosses and ivys were
growing all over you. and time, and ticking.


from the ones we love
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