The room is silent and I…

Heidi Miranda

“In the Bedroom.” Peter Ilsted.

I feel the raised skin on the back of my hands
        and reflect on the story behind each bump.
Something I’ve always been good at is acquiring
        scars and then returning to recklessness
as if my hands have not yet had enough.
        I wish I knew how to breathe the right way,
to meditate without falling asleep.
        There is so much to think about.
My friend came to my room and cried over her ex.
        I gave her comfort food and offered my scarred hands.
Would anyone do the same for me?
        I met a boy and he took me stargazing
and we both cried because what else is there to do
       when you feel a little reckless?

Heidi Miranda is a poet working towards a B.A. in English. When she is not flying back and forth from Georgia to California, she writes poetry and has published in both online and in-print journals. She is active on Instagram (@weepingblueberry) where she can be found posting landscape photography.