Something That’s Far Away by Bernadette Bridges

 

I sent away my hand

dangling from thin hair

thumping against the back of your head.

My hand, passing and sinking and

crunching through borders and time

zones and hostels for

a    piece of     you.

 

My hand is sending me postcards

with your smell, with your hair

taped down.

 

Do you smell

different in Venice? In

Vienna?

 

Can I have                         [you]

anything so far

away?

 

(please)

Send me something

that looks like you.

 

 


Bernie Bridges is a senior at Columbia University earning her BA in Creative Writing. She is from Atlanta, GA and misses eating good biscuits and boiled cabbage. Her work is forthcoming in Ratrock Magazine.