Amanda Russell

Turquoise and Steel

Here I am

Using anxious hands to create fluorescent lines

Like moths desperately searching for light,

I hunt for words to illuminate this paper

With the love story my Aunt and Uncle have been writing for sixty-four years.

I give up.

The words I need do not yet exist.

So for now I will sit here and let their love seep into my skin

I have plans to pack it inside of my rib cage where it will be protected

And exist long after their bodies are gone.