Palms Spring
Lately, I’ve been so mean. Lately
I wake up before you. I
leave the blinds open to let in the light, leave
a while to look at you like you’re a
thing somebody left me in the night, a thing
left me here to set things right. I left
my shoes outside, I left the screen door open, my
wet clothes out to dry. Now it
dawns, it springs. We drove all night. It dawns
on me. Palm Springs, a room. We’re moving on.
I wake up before you. I
leave the blinds open to let in the light, leave
a while to look at you like you’re a
thing somebody left me in the night, a thing
left me here to set things right. I left
my shoes outside, I left the screen door open, my
wet clothes out to dry. Now it
dawns, it springs. We drove all night. It dawns
on me. Palm Springs, a room. We’re moving on.
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Meghan Kemp-GeeMeghan Kemp-Gee lives somewhere between Vancouver BC and Fredericton NB. She writes poetry, comics, and scripts of all kinds. Her poetry has appeared in publications including PRISM, Copper Nickel, Altadena Poetry Review, and Train. She teaches composition and co-created Contested Strip, the world’s best comic about ultimate frisbee.
Twitter // @MadMollGreen |