I am pre-conscious, and hitting reality
like A Honda Civic sunk into a lake filling
from the tires up,
but I was leery of distance. you slept
under our shared covers, a ring finger
away and I know I am alone.
Poem by Taya Boyles
Image by Adam Strong
Taya Boyles is a Richmond-based writer, a neurodivergent woman of color, and an undergraduate student at Virginia Commonwealth University pursuing a B.S. in English
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