Do You Know Where You are
A dream can sound like sirens,
it can taste- red and glowing-
tumbling forward (three feet)
off the ground.
Smell carpet of an airplane
(coach) without the keychains,
this time.
You did not know me when the spring of opportunity froze,
and wilted- but if the thought (of you) keeps curling,
into the hidden dip (behind my earlobe)
like it was pressed, by a thumb:
I will feed you what it means to be cold
such that wool stockings (on hot metal),
will not stop the shaking (in your knees)
and white powder (pressed, and stacked)
under an orange veil
will not stop the shaking (in your chest).
it can taste- red and glowing-
tumbling forward (three feet)
off the ground.
Smell carpet of an airplane
(coach) without the keychains,
this time.
You did not know me when the spring of opportunity froze,
and wilted- but if the thought (of you) keeps curling,
into the hidden dip (behind my earlobe)
like it was pressed, by a thumb:
I will feed you what it means to be cold
such that wool stockings (on hot metal),
will not stop the shaking (in your knees)
and white powder (pressed, and stacked)
under an orange veil
will not stop the shaking (in your chest).
Biography
Savannah Grace Hicks lives in Tucson, Arizona. She is currently an undergraduate at the University of Arizona working towards a BA in creative writing with an emphasis in poetry.
Savannah Grace Hicks lives in Tucson, Arizona. She is currently an undergraduate at the University of Arizona working towards a BA in creative writing with an emphasis in poetry.