by Tyson Higel
Not teal, nor cobalt, but aegean is how I feel;
winter's duress dyes the soft cotton of my soul;
a delicate fabric I need the sunlight to bleach.
Tyson Higel is a nursing student living in Bellingham, WA. If he's not with patients or studying his coursework, he is, almost certainly, working on his poems and short stories. His poetry has recently appeared in Corridor and The Kings River Review.