Lapse
I’m learning how to rebuild my ribs
two fistfuls at a time. Scaffold lips
into a promise, your petal-stained
fingers around mine. Clasp onto
this warmth before it flees
like everything else in this town —
we are too young, too stupid, too
stubborn to understand what they mean
when they say give up. I’ve never
been the best at reading but I trace
the constellations with my eyes closed,
an unfinished memory tangled
in the night’s pulse, drape
it with our laughter, bottled — then pray.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Emily Pedroza (she/her) is a teen writer from the Bay Area. Her writing has been recognized by the New York Times, Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, Hollins University, Best of SNO, and elsewhere. In her free time, you can find her on a hunt for the best herbal teas, curled up with a book, or staring at ceilings. You can find her on Twitter (X) and Instagram @emilypedroza_
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