Lola

17 and 18, in your mom’s kitchen

Playing with cookie cutters. 

Your dog is ecstatic 

That I’m home for the very first time. 

I understand her doggy smile,

And I’m sure I’m doing the same.

On the drive

We stopped at the beach

Because I love the beach,

And you know that.

So we trudged through the sand

You handed me beautiful rocks and shells,

Even the broken ones

And I’ll keep them forever.

Driving back

Feeling for your presence in the corners of my mind

Because I love you,

And you know that.

And suddenly,

I know it too.

-N. Trepiak

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N. Trepiak

I am a Humboldt local, and I enjoy writing poetry and hunting for agates along the California coast in my down time. In the more chaotic moments of my life, I take care of kiddos, lifeguard at a local pool, and study to (hopefully!) become an EMT. Poetry keeps me grounded through it all, and I’m grateful to have a writer’s group and this platform to share my work and connect with other poets.. Thanks for reading!

 

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