Like an emotion but cuter
There's a high heel
Or a stalk of wheat
I wanted to find a way
To call the sky my own
But by the time I looked up it was dark
And you had already gone to sleep
I stood in the wet moss in my underwear
It switched to (comforted/smug)
Rebecca Yates studied at the University of Minnesota and the University of Iceland. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where she is a freelance writer and the program assistant for Late Night Debut, a podcast dedicated to first books.
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