She was alone
lying on the ground. Feet up. Face inches
from the frame like a seven
year old girl plucking petals
from a tulip: He loves me, He love me not.
With each screenshot: her face
like a streetlight clicking on
and on. Her sigh
built wide: a house to hide in.
Then, the ultimate
and inevitable moment: that final, popcorn
butter kiss. Does every girl grow up?
Better finish her physiology books.
Riley Bassett is from Las Vegas. She is currently studying English Literature and French at SUU. Her work has been published in likewise folio and the Kolob Canyon Review. Next year, she will study Theology and Religion at Emory University.