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
Do you smell
different in Venice? In
Can I have [you]
anything so far
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.