By Jennah Kelley
We charge ahead, tripping timid over tangle toes. For all our lonely talk and lying steps the only place our feet are sure to stay planted is betwixt our teeth. I'll touch you like I love you and choke all my implied assumptions in the morning. We all say don't mean use don't intend. i to you and you to me, no more than what we are: stranger strangely entangled on dancing floors breathing intimacy not earned but bought with shots and tap. Tips sliding over flannel leaving a trace less than prints and meaning less to you than a tenth of your night as we graze and sway. You melt through my bones before I can decide if I want to keep you there. Didn't catch you, just a glimpse back just a thought for after. Just a second look is all I get before you sway away.
Jennah Kelley is currently enrolled at BSU in the creative and professional writing program and will graduate with a BFA. She has lived in Minnesota all her life, and it will forever influence her writing, as will her family, friends, pets and all who have endeared themselves to her nerdiness.