A Poem
By Remedy Ryan
It’s too early in the year to wear jackets
so we rub each others shoulders
as the wind whistles past
A year older
now we know where we are headed
but we still whine about the long walk
You’re hit with the saline smell
as you push yourself into the crowd
your hair sticking to strangers’ skin
A second ago you were shivering outside
and now you wonder why you are here
until an old friend pulls you into her arms
Your feet start to move to the hum of the speakers
it’s the type of night that makes you believe in fate
but also in chaos
Bodies banging together like wind chimes
sporadically, beautifully
impatient