One day, when I am old and wavering, an ant climbing around my thigh (my thigh like a mountain) may feel like human touch, the touch of a lover, not any lover. I will close my eyes then and argue, harder than I ever have against destruction, that it’s you come back to me.

Michelle Hendrixson-Miller is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte, where she served as poetry editor of Qu. Her poems have appeared in Poem, Poems & Plays, Josephine Quarterly, Main Street Rag, The Lake, and One.

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