So this is how it goes.
Air slows when you hear it.
The next inhale pulls a bass line.
Cabin pressure is lost.

Ringing in my ear
is the specific pitch of your laugh,
the deep belly grab
the tingle of fresh cut grass in the dog park
the thud of a frisbee thrown too far
the alibi we knew wouldn’t fly.
You know, it’s spring time again.

It is raining in the Pacific North West
and I am awash through 2011
as I pin a Blue Moon cap to my jacket.
You wanted to make a table from these
and asked if I’d hold on to them
until you got back


Published by: Nic Jean

Nicole Jean Turner is an artist from the Greater Boston area with an affinity for vignettes, napping outdoors, and conversations that confront the human condition. She got her master's in writing at 21, and expects to pay off her student loans by age 87

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