by Joy Myers
Spring is here and I am dizzy with April’s loneliness.
These days I live outside of love, sneaking peaks
at its softness from behind corners. I write each night
in bed: barbed lines about boys who left me for the ocean
and girls who don’t remember my name when I call.
I wonder if they bend with the weight of Spring, too,
or if they’ve learned to carry it better than I do.
Joy Myers is an editor and social media writer employed in Springfield, MO. She graduated college in December 2023 with a BA in English. Joy spends most of her free time playing piano, writing, and decorating her new apartment.
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