ISSUE 1: SUMMER 2015 / POETRY

“Seasonal Depression”

BY EMMA KOFFROTH

Dear Fall,

    You smell cold,

And feel like

Old sunshine

I will grow sick of you.

My stomach will turn over
Like a prostitute
In a decrepit

   Man’s

Sheets.

Lying down on polyester sunset leaves
Twigs scratching arms
Like a month of grey, low drone, burnt orange, pleather downpour.

My eyes will glaze over like a pond.
Fire leaves too frigid to handle,
Too old to grow.

 
 
 

Emma Koffroth is a native Angeleno with the fantasy of living in a desert cabin. Months of isolation is her dream. She believes in spirituality and female energy.

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