I’d never seen a dyke with gray eyes and I’d never kissed a girl before I met Cricket
She sneaks in my window to read me books I’m not supposed to read
She has this smile that looks like upside down shoelaces that are hung on power lines
and it’s especially nice when that smile is directed towards me
People in town say that Cricket is called Cricket because when she snores it sounds like chirping
I’ve only heard it once and I could of sworn that was a dream
Cricket wears denim overalls splattered with paint, though I’m not even sure if she’s an artist
I’ve never asked her, I always seem to forget about that sorta thing when we’re together
All we talk about is ideas that we have written in our notes app
She climbs into my room and kisses my forehead
“Someone someday will remember us,” Cricket says in between kissing me all over
I hope people will remember us, I hope someone else will know love like this one
When Cricket tells me I’m beautiful I can feel the words grow roots into my apartment complex
And it makes me feel like a cicada with flip phone
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Merlin Mack (they/them) is an intergalactic lesbian, proud disabled human and writer based on the west coast. If they aren’t working on a poem they can be found reading a book with at least one good literary motif in it. They are currently working towards a BFA in creative writing at Southern Oregon University.
