Creek
I find you
hands clammy
& smooth
like stones we skipped
as children
Your hair smells
like sunlight
Strawberry Pop Rocks
in your pocket
I rip the packet open
and let them explode
in my mouth
drown out sounds
of the creek
still rushing past
In moments
they will take you
In moments
I will finally
have to let
you go
Erin Jamieson
(she/her) holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University of Ohio. Her writing has been published in over eighty literary magazines, and her fiction has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is the author of a poetry collection (Clothesline, NiftyLit, Feb 2023).
Twitter: @erin_simmer