Stillness, part 2
Lily Ross

The distance between 
us swims inside of 
itself, sighs bathwater 
onto the edges of 
my freshman year 
dorm room, stretches 
its veins so wide that 
all i can see is glitter 
floating above me, 
the thrashing of 
muffled sound before
me, the smell of red
ink below me.

I reach out my arms, 
open my palms and
fill them with 
        quietly thickening        
thinness, I raise my 
hands to my lips and 
sip until my eyes are 
the blue-green-grey-
yellowy footprint 
of my own, living 
stillness.

Lily (Pomona '23) studies anthropology and has been ​writing poetry 
​since she was a very angsty freshman in high school.