TO MY PLUCKY, WORLDLY ASTRONAUT

You, culprit that took my canvas and spun it into stunning art,

lock into your ship. Nobody knows that you carry a nimbus atop your

​skull. Yet you stir no lockjaw. But still garrulous as I am,

​you still bring skittish inclinations to my body.

​Afraid I will botch this, I hang still,

​do not say what is brought to mind—

​it will snatch you away from us. Burnt sandalwood

​and passion cannot command you to stay.

​So, my plucky, worldly astronaut,

​orbiting around, think of us, and land into our habit again.

Lindsay Geimer is an aspiring writer who graduated with her Bachelor’s in English with a concentration in Creative Writing from NMSU this past spring. She will be pursuing a Master's in Library Sciences this fall, but continues to read and write. She hopes to inspire a love of both reading and writing with her work. You can find her on Instagram @lindsayg.10.