“Easton” (2022) By Rachel Sumner
We were straddling the line 
Of spring and summertime
When Easton chose to bloom
Sparing our hearts the sting 
Of a cold, empty room
Though your hand was in mine
I could feel your wandering mind–
Could you feel mine, too?

Wasn’t it last year 
We walked through the pasture
With mud up to our knees? 
You were knobby, and pale, and tall
Like one of those birch trees
And I had your love,
But for me, it wasn’t enough,
It wasn’t…

I won’t mind if I can’t quite recall
Our shadows swaying on your bedroom wall

I won’t mind if I could just forget
How slow it was watching that sun set
At Borderland, you held me tight
When you hold me now, it just ain’t right,
It just ain’t right