A Poem

By Remedy Ryan


It’s too early in the year to wear jackets

so we rub each others shoulders

as the wind whistles past

A year older

now we know where we are headed

but we still whine about the long walk


You’re hit with the saline smell

as you push yourself into the crowd

your hair sticking to strangers’ skin

A second ago you were shivering outside

and now you wonder why you are here

until an old friend pulls you into her arms


Your feet start to move to the hum of the speakers

it’s the type of night that makes you believe in fate

but also in chaos

Bodies banging together like wind chimes

sporadically, beautifully