She Talks to Herself and Nothing


The island stretched around

her without water. She slept

in a tent, made fires, found

pitted fruits growing everywhere.

Tumbleweed was the closest

thing to a wild beast, careening

unpredictably. She found

her daydreams to be more

about hammocks than civilization,

she had no desire to write home.





Photo Source: The Knife and Me

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About Author

Caitlin Elizabeth Thomson is a Canadian currently residing in Brooklyn, New York. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in many places, including: The Hart House Review, Softblow, A cappella Zoo, The Toronto Quarterly, Welter, The Lineup, and the anthology Killer Verse.

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