2008

by Katey Taylor

Malice, melancholy, and moon signs
We came alive after midnight
Bloodshot eyes, wide and deprived
Let’s shovel the sun away, bury it deep
So we can stay veiled within the bleak
Swisher Sweets and grassy knees
To slow the time before we turned eighteen
You cracked a bottle in the street
Glass glistening like rock candy
Out of our minds, bones intertwined
Leather backseat, sticky skin, and crickets
Fifteen years later, and I still think I miss it.

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Katey Taylor is a San Francisco Bay Area–based novelist and poet, with work featured in online magazines such as DarkWinter Lit, Sad Girl Diaries, and Fauxmoir. She is known for approaching complex topics with sensitivity and depth. Visit her at www.kateytaylor.com.