Poetry

Coney

we sat with our feet facing the water

our shoulders just barely touching

we traded soft spoken poetry 

over radio static 

the beach was still 

and summer was ending 

we struck up fist fulls of white dust 

making patterns from nothing 

grasping at pebbles and shells 

in hopes of eventually touching  

we dipped our toes into the water 

wet sand stuck to your legs like glue 

the night we met i envied the sand 

if only i could be that close to you 

- Zaya Marz (BU ‘25)

Grand St

we parted lips

then parted ways 

though we used to love 

to linger 

we used to watch 

our shadows 

dance, meld, 

and then disfigure 

in part, i think we envied  

something sweet 

and something simple 

those intertwining lines 

our bodies made

hid all the distance 

that fucked up tangled mess 

we once called love 

still stains the pavement 

so i can't help but wonder

is a part of you still waiting?