Image credit: Joymae Capps
Poetry

Syrup

 Touch
that sweetens
veins to syrup.

Only you knew
that my sweetness
brought you cavities.

So I never told you
about the night
I took it upon myself to find
a blade worth my time.

I, the boxelder,
laid there
crying
and
cradling
my sharpest friend,
trying to harvest
the sweet essence
of syrup.

Joymae Capps
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While Joymae Capps has never had a brush with the law, they’re always peering over their shoulder to ensure that it stays that way. Constantly living in a fantasy world, they are wooed by the idea of learning more with every experience. They hope that one day they can make people cry with their stories, even if they remain a permanent fixture in the Pacific Northwest.