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.

Goodnight

Her hair’s the color of
Denim and everyone here
Is in love with the way her
Voice makes no noise when
She speaks. When the sun
Dips inside her pupils, it often
Looks as though she were
Smiling and the light on
Her skin makes her look warm.
The only sound behind her
Laughter is her tongue and
Even it is drying up in the crowd.
When the wind blows her hair
Back: There are marks down her
Cheeks where maybe she laughed
Too hard once. Maybe. One time,
In the desert of her dreams, she
Got lost; and another time she
Never came out. People asked
Where she went and what she
Was saying all those times
Her mouth was moving, but
No one knew. No one knew.

Stay gold,
Sabrina

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