POETRY

Dolor

By Tia Credle
Image of a person holding a child’s foot in their hand.
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My jeans are drenched as I look
At the blurred images of you. It is hard to
Remember your face, though, when I can
Look in a mirror, I see you. Every night
When I go to bed, I think
About my life if you were.
I might understand boys better.
Every year, when it’s your birthday, I would
Ask what your gift would be. You
Shrugged,

Million dollars?
A drawing, picture, or a pair of socks?

Every year I want
You in front of me.
Your grizzly arms surrounding
Me. I turn to the earth
And beg

It to swallow me.

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Tia Credle

Tia Credle

United States of America

Tia Credle is a graduate of Salisbury University with a Bachelor's in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Tia has been writing stories and poems since the age of nine and has recently submitted her works to literacy magazines. Her poem, The Perfect Example of Agony was published in Polaris Magazine this year. She enjoys listening to music, watching YouTube videos, reading and writing. This year, she is pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at New Mexico State University. She dreams of being a published writer and an editor for a literary magazine.

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Thank you to Jarrod Wetzel-Brown for their inspired edits on the piece.

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