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  • Kayla Andrews


We pulled up curbside in front of the house after dark.

The house was watching me,

eavesdropping in on me, and waiting for me

to leave you.

I turn to look at you only to get


and rooted into your stare.

Kaleidoscopic emeralds seamlessly

reaching into mine as our hearts and blinks sync.

Car alarms trying to get our attention,

crickets just looking to have a chat,

the wind tentatively knocking on the window of the car door,

passing headlights briefly challenging to break our tender, tenacious gaze.

Fiber strands split as i struggle to close the car door

and am slowly pulled back through my front door

but the cord never snaps.

It's just stuck under my welcome home mat.


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