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These Days

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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