Nostalgia is blood tinged spit,
necessary to release to stop the endless
romanticization but all together unsightly.
Dredged up from when times were good or
when tears were only shed
over skinned knees and stolen trading cards.
A time when minutes pressed by without unbridled panic and
rounded echoes bouncing off of jagged edges.
I wince as they hit my ears.
Rachael Gay is a poet, artist, living in Fargo, North Dakota. Her work has appeared in felan, Eunoia Review, Daily Gramma, errata Magazine, Literary Orphans and The Bookends Review. More of her work and her favorite pieces can be found at witchinghourpoetry.tumblr.com.