Clovers

Poem by Hailey Jiang

Bundle of clovers in my pocket,

Silver wrappers in the moonlight.

A candy gram enclosed in my fist,

“Love, take me home” and your

Cranberry scented hair flying, oh

Take me home, the clovers are poking

Holes in my pocket, in my heart

There is nothing left, save for

Chocolates and other sweets that

Leave my tongue stinging in

This world, oh take

Me home, i don’t belong here,

Your arms leave me hanging

And your scent choking, oh take me

Home, where I cannot touch your

Love, where you cannot pierce me 

With the lack of thorns on your

Clovers,

Oh, take me home.