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matters of the heart in march, 2020


we are

small & drifting

far from each other

(the thing that grounds me)


I saw a photo of a couple kissing

through surgical masks

from the flu epidemic of the 30s,

collaged our faces in their place


we spend our days together, wandering


and nights alone wondering

what fall will mean—


for us,

for the world


and I wish I knew how to tell you exactly how I feel

because I think

I know

we’re running out of time.

Quinn Christensen is a writer and student from St. Paul, MN. Her work has appeared in Amaryllis Poetry and Lunch Ticket. When she was five, she wanted to be a scientist, a princess, and a writer. Her plans have not changed.

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