by Edith-Marie Green


We leave pieces of ourselves everywhere

Hoping someone will notice the fragments

Hoping someone will say,

“Was that you I saw over there, lying on the floor?”

So we can nod and bare our hearts.

What a terrifying, excruciatingly wonderful ordeal it is

To be known.



Edith-Marie Green is a sophomore in college from Mississippi. Recently, she spent the summer doing a gardening internship in the mountains of Tennessee. When she’s not writing, reading, or thinking about either of those things, she enjoys baking bread, knitting, and playing 80s music at top volume.




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