when did i become the long letters
of a lonely woman? breathing blue
bathwater, steamy scent of blackberry
mojito & quiet air humming
through dusty vents. hearing doors
open in the hallway, footsteps
of someone who doesn’t know
i’m naked. am i supposed to prove
that i’m still alive to every ghost
that haunts my mirrors?
can they swallow these questions
deep enough to condense them
into the thunderclouds of my dreams?
one day i will find a wall to walk on.
peace in the thread of a ribbon.
the stamp of a thousand miles.
Cass Francis is a graduate of the Arkansas Writers MFA Program and currently attends Texas Tech University. She was born and raised and now lives in Texas. Her work appears or is forthcoming in EcoTheo Review, Drunk Monkeys and elsewhere. She can be found on Instagram and Twitter @WriterCFrancis.