“wild strawberries stained a desire path to your door“

This morning is breathing for the first time. I swallow the air to capture its heartbreaks—like the scent of longing dripping from buttered jasmine flowers or the sun smothering the predawn blue or the heat of a hand around my neck.

What I am is wanton. What I am is inhaling. Time turns into itself as I envision my feet melting into the earth and the swell of your breath in my lungs.

Micaela Carren

Micaela Carren is a writer and artist living in Richmond, Virginia. She has an MFA in writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts and a BA in art history from Virginia Commonwealth University. Her visual art has been exhibited at The Hermitage Museum and Gardens in Norfolk, Virginia.

Instagram: @micaelagreens

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