Listen. This is the way of it:
we open our eyes & it rains
splinters of ice. Sharp digs
that you can miss if you duck. I want
to be more like a shield: something
that prevents. Something that keeps
other things warm and unharmed. I am,
however, a sieve, letting things
through. A leaking pipe. A kind
of window screen at the mercy of the
winter wind. We open our chests &
out blows the litany of needles &
narratives. Listen. This is the thumping
sound of hooves in my blood & yours
there is only one way to make love
there is only one way to save the world.
- Ashley Renselaer is an author, a poet, and an artist from Culver City, California, who attends high school at Windward School. Some of her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in the Lily Poetry Review, Lunch Ticket, Bindweed, the LOUD Journal, and Passengers Journal, among others. She has been recognized in the Live Poets Society’s High School Poetry Contest, the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and the New York Times. She believes in the transformative and cathartic power of storytelling to create a vision for the future while appealing to hearts and minds.
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