fall 2015 / Poetry 2015 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Cosmic Grime—Katie Rejsek

I can’t stop imagining

What places would be like

If they were abandoned

No longer here no longer



Or to see it all

Fall deep into the


And it was because

He would never feel the same

Just the way the same

As the ground


Full of ivy and

The dirt of it all

A murk

A mashup and

A few more pinches of

Sand and sentiment


So the water, rocks, and

Caron dioxide

Might generate some

Sort of way to

Have a someone to

Recognize the



If I were naked in the


I would not

Fear the

Murk and the


I would not fear the

Murk and

The muck

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