Cough again I dare you
In between always streets.
I guess you forgot
To clean your charred—
Forgot again?
Field blues and water blooms
Forest treasure and god knows
—Charred shot oh yeah
And your heaven drink too
Drink your coughing glue
Crawl to your oxygen machine
14th time I think
Don’t make me miss
The wind bent leaves
Scattered on the football field
(You’re dying now)
And the bench wood smacked yet
I miss you now more.

JRob Goffstein (he/him) is a junior studying philosophy and visual arts at Columbia College. He enjoys writing, painting, and drawing and tends to work in ink, watercolors, or oils. He is involved with the New York Small Claims Advisory Service and Columbia Journal of Literary Criticism. He can be found on Instagram @jrob_goffstein.