Jessica Tremp

last night we slept uneasy

a tortoise

she can’t see all that well anymore

I’ve been folding lately.

Chasing ghosts with toast and jam

Let’s get out of this town.

cider

I could see us arriving at sea

a crazy kind of beautiful

waves won’t swallow you whole

She always understood where autumn went and why it came back

they both fell victim to the elements

My breath creates little ghosts in the air

You’re thin, like a shadow dried up

we all wrapped ourselves in something comfortable. We wrapped ourselves in blankets, pain and flailing arms.

All I want is a sturdy box

he could see the eyes growing wider and wider, the whites showing like sharks teeth

yesterdays washing

She’s awake at 3.52am
with yesterdays’ mouth and tomorrows’ eyes.

following flight patterns