I know you
look for me late at night
when no one else is watching.
Not enough for the dawn.
Not enough to write my name
with flames trailing the end of it.
I still think about you
in the daylight,
with the sun streaming through my car windows
and my feet propped up in the backseat
in the rose blossoms and the bloom of spring.
In my dreams,
I’m looking right at you
and I still can’t see your face.
Jasmina Kuenzli is an author of poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction and has been published with Capsule Stories, Pidgeonholes, The Mark Literary Review, and many others. When she isn’t writing, Jasmina can be found weightlifting, running, and holding impromptu dance parties in her car. Her life goals include landing a back flip, getting legally adopted by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, and being a contributor on Drunk History. She would like to thank Brenna and Sarah, who hear all these stories first, and Harry Styles, who is sunshine distilled in a human being.