If I think about it hard enough,
if I concentrate every bit of myself
I can go back to running my thumb over your cheek
pressing gently into your skin
To how the temperature would fluctuate across your alluvial plains
OH how the temperature would change!

And I see it
your cheeks are formed by your tears
Depositing sediment,
a kind of it

You are composed of your weird, blue emotions
The ones that fluctuate in warmth
Just like your skin

Kylie Mitchell is a senior majoring in Visual and Critical Studies at SVA. Kylie’s poem “Cloister Song” is also published in this issue.