There Is Love Out There for Me

but it doesn’t have to exist in the molds I made for it.

What I mean by that is, I’m sitting shotgun with a high school friend 

discussing shades of gouache and for a second I feel weightless. When 

the car radio plays a song from our pilot episode we don’t

sing along but instead we share the erased lines of poetry from our

debuts. There are pieces of us shedded and scattered in 

that parking lot, but we don’t ever have to be that anymore. We are made

of paper and clay in the coffeeshop sunroom, and we discuss pill dosage

and hairdos like we’re twenty years older and half the wiser. I pay for her 

to-go cup and in return she shows me what friendship looks like, if you 

squint at it through the lid of a mason jar.

About the Author

Haylie Jarnutowski is a Senior Creative Writing and History student. Her main art forms are fiction, poetry, digital art, and textiles. In her fiction work, she explores the reanimation of history, while her poetry focuses upon observation of the modern world. Find more of her work at hayliebellewrites.wordpress.com