boston as a vaccine

convinced the city would save my life / i microdosed cement and cigarette ash / self-surgeries ripped vermont from my skin / i dressed my wounds with wet garbage and spring rain / so easily forgetting / how i used to cry over sunsets that gently kissed / looming green mountains / home looks the way it does without my glasses on now / nostalgic for the taste of bonfires and bitter tobacco / losing my appetite for fog and gasoline / we are not meant to regenerate like taste buds / but i am hope reincarnated one too many times / a mangled game of telephone

Erin Rachel Norton (she/they) is an avid strawberry eater, La La Land enthusiast, and a student at Emerson College. You can find their writing in pomegranate lit.