and we were dying a little every day
fleshy leftovers on tilted sidewalks
failing to leave an imprint
even the sun seemed to weep
and the shadows never quite faded
even as day broke
even as we held our hands up
hoping for something to cling to
ERIN JAMIESON holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University of Ohio. Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in After the Pause, Into the Void, Flash Frontier, Mount Analogue, Blue River, The Airgonaut, Evansville Review, Canary, Shelia-Na-Gig, and Foliate Oak Literary, among others. She currently teaches English Composition at UC-Blue Ash and freelance writes.
Featured image: South Netherlandish (?), “Glass Fragment,” colorless glass, 16th century, Gift of George D. Pratt, 1930, The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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