Chloe Cook

In Night

A cricket sounds from my couch, the noise barely an itch. 

My blanket is bubble wrap. Upward, a moon grips. Tomorrow

the sun will hold a lump in its throat. My fingers curl around swollen space

and wait as persimmons. At the crust of autumn sits a question: 

can a marriage bend in water? Moon, I say, steal me next.

Chloe Cook is an undergraduate student attending Northern Kentucky University. She currently serves as Editor-in-Chief of Loch Norse Magazine, and her writing is featured or forthcoming in Stoneboat Literary Journal, Sledgehammer Lit, Sutterville Review, deathcap, and elsewhere. Her first chapbook, entitled Surge, is forthcoming from dancing girl press this spring.
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