Poetry by Ariana Marie Vargas

Edited by Emily Ferguson

As if the seventh would not exist after the sixth
As if it would taste less bitter when i could not remember
As if false warmth could banish bone cold
As if i will wake up better in the morning
As if escape was a door not a window
As if fleeing is the move of a self savior
As if leaving could be done without leaving
As if living is simpler without sense
As if wednesday was a concept and not tomorrow
As if tomorrow did not matter
As if collapse could counter love and make it easier to handle