The journal
Millicent Jarvis-Stott
War is brewing,
and I have fallen in love.
I am nauseated by the news,
the headlines of blood and salt
which lie just beyond the stillness of
your eyes, muscles, bones, arteries.
The sea is on fire. So
I pick apart adoration like a vulture,
I devour and dream of the life
I have in mind for us. So
I want optimism.
Lust. A friend for the apocalypse.
I want to trust again. Let me be
nineteen and horribly in love with
the world. And you.
Millicent Jarvis-Stott
War is brewing,
and I have fallen in love.
I am nauseated by the news,
the headlines of blood and salt
which lie just beyond the stillness of
your eyes, muscles, bones, arteries.
The sea is on fire. So
I pick apart adoration like a vulture,
I devour and dream of the life
I have in mind for us. So
I want optimism.
Lust. A friend for the apocalypse.
I want to trust again. Let me be
nineteen and horribly in love with
the world. And you.