I found a notebook the other day that was almost entirely empty. The only things written inside it were two poems, both dated 2/29/16. On February 29, 2016, I had blue hair, was freshly graduated, living in Montana, dating a long-term boyfriend; I had announced just two days earlier that I would be moving from Bozeman to Denver (re: It’s Time For Some Reflection) — and I had also recently shared that information with my boyfriend and my employer. And I had posted this blog post just a few hours earlier which paints me as a well-rounded, sort of inspirational human and is still my most viewed post on Shayesie.

The following is one of the poems I wrote that day.

Coming Home 

Foot on the gas pedal, head
through the windshield; glass
in her eyebrows and she hasn’t
touched the keys yet. Eyelashes
grate delicate pupils each time
she blinks. Over and over and over
she blinks to keep the water in
her head: pretends to be sane, she
screams behind closed eyes and
cracked windshields for ten hours
and 600 miles of goodbye.

Stay gold,
Sabrina

If you’d like to read the other poem I wrote that day, click here.