i’ll have a beer on the lawn and watch
the sun go down early in another time.
miles or years away from you,
wishing i felt lonely when i’m alone.
but when you call, i’ll always come.
do you think it’s ironic that i would drive home
drunk to be a mother again
and give you a kiss on your way to work
emergency on-call
to sew up the belly of a boy
who flipped his car
six times by the reservoir?

Vic is an emerging writer of poetry and flash fiction; her work tends to explore small traumas, misremembrances, and Ohio. After earning her English/Creative Writing degree from Denison University, she discovered a new passion for working in animal welfare. Her return to writing is a personal reclamation. Twitter: @vicnogay.