10 cent boots

Briar Pronschinske
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"At night, I dream of girls with 10 cent boots:..."
Dec 24, 2020 9:48 PM

At night, I dream of girls with 10 cent boots:

that carry the scent of hotel shampoo/

and boys who twirl flowers/between their fingers/

like satin.

In the morning I wake:

to age old bones/muscle fibers that stretch/

like the strings on/the old Yamaha in my/living room/

as the notes dance/out of tune.

If I'm good:

swallow my pills/with just a tiny swish of water/

even though my body always/

seems to crave more.

And if it's good enough:

I can get out of bed/

without a feeling/

that everything is speeding/

to a metronome that I haven't set.

And I can ignore:

the subtle crackling in my lungs/

of missing air and the way/I feel like a bellows/

on a bagpipe.

I can ignore the press of bile just behind my throat:

the scissoring of my esophagus/

As the diet of a fastidious toddler’s/wildest dream slides down/

Ignore the way my tongue bristles/

at bright flavors.

A girl walks by:

with coffee bean eyes/and a ring in her nose/

and I feel my heart/heavy in my chest/

craving something new/exciting/

sweet like pomegranates.

But instead I know:

time wouldn't keep us/a warm hearth.

I go to sleep

and dream of girls

with 10 cent boots


BRIAR PRONSCHINSKE is a queer undergraduate English and environmental science double major at Indiana University-Bloomington. Briar is a serial pun-maker, wheat enthusiast, and vigilante hole digger who has on multiple occasions been described as fae adjacent. A recent Fibromyalgia diagnosis inspires much of their poetry. They have previously been published in the Lighter.