Katie Lofgren

HUSH

My fingers curled Like the branches on the Arid trees that loomed above our heads Around the car door handle.

My escape I was overwhelmed by the momentum of the situation I was all too suddenly forced into I'm pressed against the glass window aching for the days when I would place myself here to see the first snow or watch the lightning strikes illuminate the darkened skies but now my skies are going dark and I need your illumination. But not in the form of These lightning strikes Crippling my every last scrap of strength I conjured up For you. I'm fabricating excuses Twisted Like the branches on the Arid trees that loom above our heads Explanations why it's okay Hush It's okay I love you too.

-Katie Lofgren