the awkward is
infinitely less so.
we turned around in perfect ovals,
the lake moves
here & forever more
through a telescope.
rings of light, —pulsing
it was the rush of red deep through
the mountain left an ashy crime scene
from the volcano basin
during the time when all the houses were being
an oblong vase appeared through the ash,
the middle was cut
gaping at us
we traced our hands thinly with chalk
to find the origin of
SARAH JEDD is technically a Chicago native (according to her birth certificate) despite having grown up in New Hampshire. She just received her BA in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago and plans to take the next year off to explore the possibilities of bartending & beer-making before applying to grad schools. You can find her poems in issues 22 and 24 of Columbia Poetry Review and The Desperate Anthology.