Your hand claws through my blanket-soft curls
like a guitarist strums their fingers on strings. Pastel-petal
cheeks burn the ligatures of quarter notes. Voices and dice echo
around my walls of men who try their best to live
in a place that doesn’t exist. I can’t help
but laugh as we hear them struggle. No dogs
on the moon. You’ve heard it before,
so you only pay half attention.

 

 

 

 

 

Samantha Curtin has always been a lover of art and writing. Her major is in communication arts, focusing on media production while she minors in photography. She has been working on creative writing at her university for a year now. Since last spring, she has grown to analyze and write poetry from successful authors to her classmates. She’s expected to graduate in May 2018 from Salisbury University.

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