Reflection

You say, This feels like goodbye,

and I stay quiet, curl the sheets

in my hands so I can touch

something solid. Through the dark

I see the bicycle in the corner,

the map on the wall, the dragons

rising from the flat ocean.

I’m sad, you say, are you?

No answer. Enough talk tonight.

No answer? Enough talk tonight,

you say. I’m sad – are you?

Rising from the flat ocean

of the map on the wall, dragons

wrest the bicycle from the corner.

Nothing’s solid in the dark,

or in my hands. I want touch

but stay quiet, curl up in the sheets.

You say, This feels like goodbye.

Katherine Hunt grew up in El Segundo, California and currently lives in Massachusetts. She just received her MFA from Emerson College, and her poems and essays have appeared in various literary journals.