This long brick road is not yellow.
- Cathexis Northwest Press
- 17 hours ago
- 1 min read
By: Emily Teitsworth
It’s cream and coffee and bitter and covered in crows. When my red toes tap, it’s sticky-sweet
anger that rings in the air. Buzz of a thousand insects. Bricks layered with plaster that dried too
fast. There’s no lion but I do see a coward or two. One way door into the office building every
morning and no exit sign. No way for the monkeys to find home. I’ve tried but it’s hard because
houses fall quickly. Houses fall hard and people fall harder, scraping knees they thought were
strong enough to withstand the storm. Do you see an end? I’m starting to think the emerald city
might just be the subway station flooding.
Emily Teitsworth is a Creative Writing and Publishing graduate of Susquehanna University. She is currently working at the University of Rochester in Communications and Marketing, and volunteers as a reader for several literary magazines. She writes a bit of everything, including short fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. She has had work published in Panorama, HOOT Review, Rock & Sling, Bitterzoet Magazine, Apeiron Review, Wingless Dreamer, The Adirondack Review, and Wanderlust. When not writing or working, you can find her baking molasses cookies, watching anime, and enjoying her exercise vibration plate. To see more of her work, visit linktr.ee/papercutpoet.