show me better things

Photo by River Reid

the thought of gemstone-laying chickens

flutters and fluffs like dampened feathers

drying under september skies

a world where everything is

the same yet so different

since geodes and eggs are so similar

i don’t think you’d mind the change

you may not even notice

but i’d caress that warm rock

wrap her in gentle corn husks

and wait for crystals to crack out

like yolk-colored sun

shining us in all the world could be if only there wasn’t flesh

About the Author

Allison Hendershot is a junior creative writing major in her, arguably, last non-stressful semester of her undergraduate career. When not writing socioeconomic essays for fun, Allison enjoys piecing together poetry about silly things, such as riding bicycles or golden chickens, to procrastinate assigned literary analyses and whatever else the English department throws at her.