a girl from your high school read about you in her tea leaves.
she calls just to say keep an eye out for yellow,
as if noticing the sun would keep you from some fate;
still, you cannot shake
the buttercream haze that glints off all the yield signs
as you walk to work.
when you step out onto the curb,
you’ll find more wildfires in the sidewalk cracks
than most people feel in a lifetime;
at the subway station a woman
wearing a dried canary in her hat
hands passersby poems
written on salvaged paper
and begs,
see me
see me
see me.
About the Creator
Abigail Byrd-Stapleton
Abigail is a grad student from Johnson County, Kentucky. She is attending courses through EKU's Bluegrass Writers Studio, and hopes to publish her first chapbook soon. She currently lives in Missouri with her huband and four pets.
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