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December 2015
eighteen
Charlotte Rauner
there were chicken bones on the table
carcasses telling me you possibly had left
for better things, your solar system whispered
pasteled gossip—it was already night
no time to throw anything away
I visited a memory trying to miss you,
a rocket flew over that sky of yours
the millennium told me to worry
so I cried in the shower pretending
reporters lie and we are safe
if you came here tomorrow
you’d tell me this is no longer your home
Greek gods said you are a soldier
you are Theseus you are Ares
my dear, wars don’t deserve your ego
necks are breaking with the future
you aren’t around to feel
scared of the past, earth now
can’t compete with the planet I created
reality pollutes where you are
is it utopian to think here is your home
sand castled and shiny I haven’t seen
anything, you, for months
I want to give you my adolescence
promise to be young, blind for me
//CHARLOTTE RAUNER is a Freshman in Barnard College. She can be reached at cer2170@barnard.edu.
December 2015
eighteen
Charlotte Rauner
there were chicken bones on the table
carcasses telling me you possibly had left
for better things, your solar system whispered
pasteled gossip—it was already night
no time to throw anything away
I visited a memory trying to miss you,
a rocket flew over that sky of yours
the millennium told me to worry
so I cried in the shower pretending
reporters lie and we are safe
if you came here tomorrow
you’d tell me this is no longer your home
Greek gods said you are a soldier
you are Theseus you are Ares
my dear, wars don’t deserve your ego
necks are breaking with the future
you aren’t around to feel
scared of the past, earth now
can’t compete with the planet I created
reality pollutes where you are
is it utopian to think here is your home
sand castled and shiny I haven’t seen
anything, you, for months
I want to give you my adolescence
promise to be young, blind for me
//CHARLOTTE RAUNER is a Freshman in Barnard College. She can be reached at cer2170@barnard.edu.