Lauren Saxon is a 21 year old poet and mechanical engineer from Cincinnati Ohio. She attends Vanderbilt University, and relies on poetry when elections, church shootings, and police brutality leaves her speechless. Lauren’s work is featured or forthcoming in Flypaper Magazine, Rhythm & Bones Lit, and Nimrod International Journal. She is on poetry staff at Gigantic Sequins, and spends way too much time on twitter.
An Ingrid Michaelson Cover Better Than The Original
He called you my three-month coping mechanism, and I
laughed. Not because it wasn’t true. It was. But because
you always sneeze three times. Because sometimes, you
think you’re done after the second sneeze and I rest my
head in my hands and wait. Because when the third
sneeze comes, you hear the knowing smirk in my “bless
you” and pretend to be mad. I laughed because you
won’t eat ice cream with soup spoons. Because at night
you get too hot. And too cold. And too hot. And too cold
and I laughed because you love when I tuck your stuffed
animals in. I laughed. Because you waited too long to get
your ear infection checked. Because we ended up in the
E.R at 4am and my fingertips turned blue from you
squeezing my hand too tight. I laughed. Because your
hair sticks up in the same place when you get out of bed.
Because you fall asleep with your glasses on. Because
you don’t wake up when I lift them off your face. Or
when your alarm goes off. Again and again. I laughed
because he was right. You are my favorite way to cope. I
know you were worried. That I’d leave when our cuts
stopped bleeding but I’m here. I’m here because I want
to be. Because you saw the back wall of your heart in my
mind. I’m here. Because when grief placed us in each
other’s arms, we chose to dance.