campaign trail

There are days when I feel
that it’d be best
to rent a single room
at my local Marriott.

It would be for just a night
and I’d lie barefoot,
rubbing my toes
on some fancy tweed chair.

Helicopters arguing
loud, and around
cylindrical buildings
for flustered architects.

Usually, this is the morning
when breakfast is plentiful
in frostless cornflakes
and strawberries cursed dry.

Televisions and coffeemakers
hissing in cold air
and fully aware that I am fine
taking them all for granted.

The bones in my fingers click
against each other in
the palest softness,
these heavy pillows.

And I will remember
my first trip here,
hoping for rest
and laugh lines uncertain.

Kristine Brown is a freelance writer and editor whose first poetry collection, Scraped Knees, was released by Ugly Sapling in early 2017. Her writing has appeared in Thought Catalog, Inflight Literary Magazine, Burningword Literary Journal, Rambutan Literary, Forage Poetry, among other publications. She amuses herself with experimental milkshakes and blogs at

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