I like the sun better

bent in January’s

tilt, closer but colder.

I wonder how

close I could get to

anything without

touching it. How

desperate I am for

a burning –like termites

sculping the shapes

of their beloved

in the rotting wood.

Each time I begin

to count the days,

they drop back to zero. 

sand hills

Kaitlinn Rose is a writer and editor in New York City, where she currently resides. She recently completed her MFA from Columbia University concentrating in poetry and cross genre writing. Her poetry focuses on drug addiction and recovery, on which she also presented during her TEDx Talk in March 2017 on Long Island, NY.