Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Why is April Sad?

By Emma Fraizer

Is it the petals everywhere?
Because the air smells like the skin 
of every person I tasted this year?
Is it the weight of the air at dusk? 

I drive to the grocery store every day
to buy fruit. I want to cut into something.
I brandish my pocket knife at nobody 
and eat snow peas like candy. 

April fifteenth, and there are bruises above the trees. Still, it’s not the sky’s fault that the sunlight slipped away all of a sudden. It’s nobody’s fault.

I keep a list of all the people I’ve ever loved. Which one smeared my body with clay? Even with my eyes closed, I can tell I have fingerprints all over my stomach.

It must be odd for...

I kick around the dust...

There is a horrendous roar...

if the mountains call for...

when you’re at the bottom...

I love you mint chocolate...


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