i was just thinking of you by Jess(i)e Marino

in my hands, i play with the scraps
of who we were together

i hold a round silver something
careful as an eggshell
and nest it snug
among red splinters,
arrows broken from misuse

i rearrange seeds for an imaginary garden
i sculpt our initials into the pale belly of a rock

my existence
without you
is experimental at best


Jess(i)e Marino is a queer, autistic poet who writes and studies at Kenyon College. They are published in The Full Spectrum, Barton College’s Crucible, and Cicada, among others. They enjoy flowers, tea, and other soft things. As always, they are still learning.

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