Song of My Open Heart





 


 Song of My Open Heart

 

I am not a tantalizing kindness

or a gentle whiff of fruit.

I will never be a stranger

so desired. I am dirt

and dirt is warm

and dirt holds her love up

by the feet.

When it rains

my dirt-secrets pour out

and they smell like hope.

 

Emily Bartholet

 

Emily Bartholet is a highly caffeinated student at Dickinson College, where she wishes she could major in everything. When she's not studying, she can usually be found writing under a tree, or, when it rains, curled up in a beloved coffee shop. Her poetry has appeared online and in print, most notably in Third Point Press, Half Mystic, Inklette, and Rat's Ass Review's Love and Ensuing Madness collection.

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