RENEE FAIRBROTHER Senior | Creative Writing


“Spontaneous creation, those words that creep up from the hidden depths... that’s what I’m about. I draw from Surrealist concepts, vivid imagery and contemporary music/lyrics. I try to bring a sense of light and dark to each poem.”


Ink Poisoning


I touched a Sharpie to your skin, let loose the lines inside, let them draw a map of you, me, the seven different ways we kiss, how all the fits and fights are sort of worth it. Your name, big,


on my shin, that’s the only thing you drew. Said you like the simple best: the curls wrapped around my head, the trinkets keeping still my window sill. I kept drawing. I filled


every bare centimeter below your neck, I tucked tiny notes in between each of your tattoos. I told you how I loved


the smell of your soapy skin, the scars on your knee, that carved V on your hips, a brain that doesn’t ever quite quit, the mouth that doesn’t always speak, with eyes that listen to everything.


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