buried in my gut
P. ELDRIDGE
i want to be entirely me, and i want it to be nothing but you and me. i pull against the fabric of a blue shirt, fidgeting with the holes in the sleeves where my thumbs poke through. i’m freezing and you radiate warmth. i dust my long hair from my face, flicking it around, trying to keep focused on the task at hand: to make logic out of the material we have created, to understand what we are. for once it begins to feel silent. the kaleidoscope you have buried in my gut registers a vision more focused. and how, then, do i tell myself to pull away from possibility? i am sad sea foam forming and smashing to sand, parts of us begin to take shape and evaporate. place my heart beneath yours, my hips beside you at a dinner table, my hands against either sides of your cheeks, my eyes for your mind. nostalgia is so blue, asking us to return to where we started, when i was too coy to look at you.
WRITTEN BY: P. ELDRIDGE
FOUNDING EDITOR: P. ELDRIDGE
DESIGN: CAITLIN MCLOUGHLIN
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