After We Stop Trying

Say we can escape these years as rain escapes
the sky in downpour. I want to remember us

before our bed became a place to create somebody.
Before our bodies became little machines.

I want to tell you my greatest fear is leaving
nothing behind: the world as empty as I entered it.

Because, what is left for us then? If love stops
becoming? What if it’s just us?

You want someone to wear your name:
Proof that our bodies are more than lost hours.


AFTER WE STOP TRYING by Erika Goodrich

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About Author


Erika Goodrich is a graduate student at the University of South Florida, where she was the poetry editor for Saw Palm. She was second runner-up for the 2017 Spoon River Poetry Contest and a participant of Bread Loaf 2018. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in CALYX Journal, The Pinch Journal, The Boiler Journal, The Waccamaw Journal, among others. She holds a BA in Creative Writing & Literature from William Paterson University and an MLS from The University of Buffalo.

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