i know there is something wrong here
the days are too warm and the sun feels like the sky
has a date with the desert
there are birds here
but these birds are flying away and i am stuck, one of the
flightless birds
the floor rustles and cracks
my body catches on dead branches
and twigs snap beneath my stone feet
i know there is something wrong here
the night is bright and the moon whispers
no ocean will tame the flames
-Olivia Caldwell
Olivia Caldwell is a Division II student at Hampshire College studying Poetry, Photography, and Sociocultural Anthropology. She is a pun enthusiast and cat mom who spends much of her time watching mid-2000s dramatic television and considering the fate of humanity. Her work can be found in Forest For The Trees Literary Journal and Enigma Literary Magazine.