Song
of My Open Heart
I am not a
tantalizing kindness
or a
gentle whiff of fruit.
I will
never be a stranger
so
desired. I am dirt
and dirt
is warm
and dirt
holds her love up
by the
feet.
When it
rains
my
dirt-secrets pour out
and they
smell like hope.
Emily Bartholet
Emily Bartholet is a highly caffeinated student at
Dickinson College, where she wishes she could major in everything. When she's
not studying, she can usually be found writing under a tree, or, when it rains,
curled up in a beloved coffee shop. Her poetry has appeared online and in
print, most notably in Third Point Press, Half Mystic, Inklette, and Rat's Ass
Review's Love and Ensuing Madness collection.
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Poetry