Be at Her House
︎︎︎ Chloe B
︎ June 18, 2025
Dear John,
I’ve moved away. I’m looking for that diamond-shaped floor
tile
in the mall, the one that made you think of the carnival, real
far
away. I parked my car outside. The windows look different
here
at night.
Dear John,
My eyes burn hot, and the light in the stairway has cracked.
It’s
been difficult seeing through the flare but I find myself
standing
under it. I’m trying to be strong and warm to the touch, a
spiral
on the ceiling.
Dear John,
I’m thinking of how I would look at you while I say these
things.
I’ve moved away. I’m looking for that diamond-shaped floor
tile
in the mall, the one that made you think of the carnival, real
far
away. I parked my car outside. The windows look different
here
at night.
Dear John,
My eyes burn hot, and the light in the stairway has cracked.
It’s
been difficult seeing through the flare but I find myself
standing
under it. I’m trying to be strong and warm to the touch, a
spiral
on the ceiling.
Dear John,
I’m thinking of how I would look at you while I say these
things.
Chloe B likes to make images.