there is another person that figures the sandwich will be tough to bite into and the road will feel much shorter on the way back. grief is a shoe, unlaced. all rocks look alike, but you are special. this person knows that the long trench coat was made for you. they adore the fit. they see it like a permanent blanket over the body. the small scrapes in life will become part of the frayed quilt, still unfinished apparently. the much larger problems will become the sunset, red and drippy. this person knows the figure eight made with a pencil, encoding infinity onto our schoolwork, for probable solutions and determination, was not really to test knowledge, but to scaffold endurance. this person would like to sleep inside warm thighs. you have thighs. you have washed the green grapes. they are ready to be plucked from their stem, rationed like bad advice, then devoured in seconds.
there too, is a love out there. it is waiting for you, ripe and ready to be plucked from its dry stem, and rationed, then devoured only in seconds.
Emma Jane Sullivan is a writer and artist living in Springfield, Missouri. She is currently teaching and studying in the Department of English at Missouri State University. She is currently working on a novel. This is her first publication.
