Trespass by Katie Rosenblatt

there were ladies with cigarettes at fairs

when my wrist dusted the sand

and came upon that cherry burn

what a mark they made on me

and don’t forget the trailer where Luke took me

holding onto 16 with brown paneled walls

I was younger, then older

and then my wrist came to that scratch in the kitchen

and the knick that scabbed dark

what a beauty I’ve become

among dishes and poetry I whisper

when I’m alone

and they’re asleep

I’m barely in touch with the feel of surrender

to someone somehow

I’ll fall into you again

when I remember

Katie Rosenblatt lives and works in Northampton, Massachusetts. She is a graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design, jewelry designer, artist, and a mother. She enjoys writing poetry and spending time outside and currently works as a paraeducator in an elementary school.