by Eden Lowinger
Eden Lowinger is a 17-year-old writer and jellyfish enthusiast at the Just Buffalo Writing Center. She enjoys thinking about the intersection of nature and surrealism in addition to writing about human relationships. Eden also enjoys reading aloud to just about anyone who will listen.
Sunlight speckled like ladybugs,
Boring into your eyes only when it sets.
Walk with me
Turn your heart into a blackberry
And your fingers into plums,
Catch apples in your shoulder blades
Trace trees from leaves to root
Let your feet swallow the sea until
You can no longer feel them,
They are frightened by their numbness
Retreat to where sea lion barks
Echo in their skeleton,
Pining at trees that outspan colonialism
As if two dead orcas are better than
She used words like “wonderful”
And she loved it.
Five hundred arms craning upwards and all she could think of was construction,
Beam walking and sandhill birds, she requested “kaboom” or “scrubbing bubbles”,
Of course she liked a clean house.
Breasts like moons, ribs of daffodils
And helium between her eyebrows, she made me believe that home could be built from
Unsealed letters, open bedroom door, no, her love was in the snack pack chocolate puddings,
And she said so.
Home was made of closed mouths sneaking a midnight apple, full of empty matchboxes moulding in the basement,
She loved me.
A cold thing, meals emptied and full of heavy cream. Safety is silence, pulling split ends out of follicles, a hole in the door of our house-
She loves me.