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&/ Vessels of Autumnal Ache


By now, the treacle-drenched summer has already 

succumbed to the bitter memories of autumn, and

the vines have sought comfort in tangled arms. 

There is something to be said about how the hills 

resist the urge to tread into the water and dissolve.

There is something to be said about nostalgia. How

it comes in waves. How, today, I’m drowning. 

                I wait for the bus on streets strewn with foliage, eyes

              heavy with dimmed dreams, and I realize I am still

              waiting for the rest of me. Maybe dying will be the

              very proof I once lived. Maybe tomorrow runs cold,

              but the sky always has something to say. I crane my

              neck to peer at parcels of cloudy air. Drifting 

              through ivory ethers plagued with memory, seeing

              everything, knowing nothing. Do they savor how I

              ached to sleep in unkempt flowerbeds? How I 

              yearned to fit the groove of my body in mossy tree

              hollows, their sapwood cavities bared to the 

              yellowing grass? 

                            August hangs from my soul like the gardens of 

                           Babylon—no bark, all bite. And, like the tongue 

                           that erodes my shoreline little by little by little, all 

                           my life I have broken things just for the sake of 

                           mending them. 

In another life, let me be an ampersand.

AARNA TYAGI (she/her) is a lover of all things that come in three, the rustic, nostalgic smell of Penguin Modern Classics, and alliteration. She’s a sophomore at Jericho High School in New York. She is an  Iowa Young Writers' Workshop alum, a finalist to be the first New York State Youth Poet Laureate, a columnist for the Spiritus Mundi Review, and a spoken-word poet for the Incandescent Review. She has work published in the Polyphony Lit: Literary Magazine, where it additionally won the Editor’s Choice Award. 

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