Aislinn Feldberg is a writer and visual artist from Queens, New York. She enjoys experimenting and creating art with a dark, bizarre flair in order to develop awareness of social issues, including reproductive and women's rights. https://www.aislinnfeldberg.com/ @oddityplayground (Instagram)
Don’t Believe Anything They Say Poetry by Sonja Berry
CW: Death
I see you. You are teaching me how to skip rocks in the glassy alpine face of Lake Dillion, your boyish eyes beaming from the lake’s surface. “It’s all in the wrist.”
But they say you are not there.
I see you sitting on our favorite park bench, bronze and statuesque like a solar deity. I’m painting your fingernails while you are not looking and you turn and say, “hot pink suits me.”
But they say, the North Winds carried you away.
I see you in a restless September evening, your cherubic cheeks glowing. I’m wearing your flannel and we are burning lighter smileys into our flesh so that we will have matching scars.
But they say, you are in the dark, cold ground, alone.
But, I see you. You are lying next to me, warm, supple, your fingers gliding over my skin, like a dove-drawn chariot grazing the tops of clouds, carrying the sun.
But they say. But they say. But they say.
I don’t believe anything, they say.
Sonja Berry is enrolled in a UCLA writing certification program, aspiring to pursue a writing career upon completion of 26 years of military service. @SonjaRBerry1 (Twitter)