Taylor Emily Copeland
Saturday night is a distant memory
It used to be nearly empty glasses
of wine, sweat beading on our
shoulders in June, tipsy dares that
ended up in tongues tangled – a
Sapphic freeze frame of our early
twenties. It used to be dragging
Casey’s plastered body to someone’s
front lawn so she could projectile
Jager Bombs on garden gnomes. It
was cigarettes at 2am in front of
Arielle’s place. Now it’s three jobs,
anxiety and worthless degrees. It’s
writer’s block at 7pm, my long blonde
hair in a pony tail, lemon water and
pita chips. It’s checking my phone
for messages that never come.
Last Summer’s Blonde
“It doesn’t matter who you love, as long
as they love you back.” I carried Mom’s words
with me when I walked hand in hand with Cady,
our arms swinging back and forth like kids,
like sisters, but we’re not. We were, what one
guy called “a waste of two good blondes”, we
were last summer’s sweet romance. We remain
two people who left limits off of who can make us
happy. We both like sensitive boys – poets and
artists, soft and affectionate girls who smell
like you’re inhaling the smell of a bakery in
the morning. Now, we’re two names across fiber
optics, the occasional “how’s it going?” in a
text, but I still gasp at the sight of her name.
you have conquered my inches
and staked claim of each breath
from my gaping mouth. You have
moved the pale earth, a slight
tremor to a landslide, watered
the ground and calmed the natives.
You can leave your shoes in
the dim hallway, take my extra key,
raise the sun in the morning,
shade me with the husk of you.
Baby, you are home.
Taylor Emily Copeland is a poet from Eastern Pennsylvania, now living in New Jersey. She is the author of two chapbooks: “Caffeine kisses and long sleeves” and “Monarch”, both available from Maverick Duck Press. Her poems have recently appeared in Melancholy Hyperbole, Hobo Camp Review, Thick With Conviction and Chantarelle’s Notebook. She is a four time Best of the Net nominee and also was nominated for Best of the Web. She reads obsessively, likes pink things, drinks too much coffee, drives aimlessly and falls in love too easily. She is unashamed of all of it.