Forbidden Cascadia
Inspired by a vacation dream with the theme of right person, wrong time.
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We escaped to the Pacific Northwest
and evergreens meshed with
The browns of our skin.
Our bodies, barky
like the bases and trunks.
I saw your face disappear
into an emerald bush,
underneath a cement sky.
And I reached through
a mist of icy fog.
Please just love me,
here at the tips
of this country’s soil.
I’d jump towards
an Alaskan glacier
just to rid myself of the warmth you exude.
These Tacoma tears
Seattle sins,
and Portland passions
are as deep the Mariana Trench.
If only we could enter the
roughness of a log cabin,
hugged between the cascades,
built by our own blistered hands.
Lie beneath dusty quilts
and beside a fire that breathes.
The mountain peaks,
dusted with powdered sugar,
turn bitter
and run like a wound,
for our unfortunate venture.
About the Creator
Ajala B.
Creative writer, musician
Instagram: @jumasta
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