Vacation

by lauren atkinson


empty bed—

reconstruct you from pillows and

sheets;

at the very least,

recreate your heat.

dreaming,

i feel you

but youre not there

phantom limbs.

part of me gone,

but i swear it still exists.

we don’t define ourselves by our numberous bones, muscles and fibers. our limbs. they are but parts, and not incomplete without them—yet still not whole.