by Erin Lewenauer

My hand is on the door
in the dark
you say

It’s a movie,
so you can’t go back.

The way things are going
I believe you.

Somehow the lace of a shadow
stole itself through the walls

and we found ourselves to be

on the thinner side
for once
making maps 
and pressing the pencils down
to what we were once able to assemble
in what looked like

our space.

Photo: Erin Lewenauer
Erin Lewenauer hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin and is a graduate of Vassar College. Her writing has appeared in Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Harlem News, and Publisher’s Weekly. She is currently an MFA candidate at the University of Pittsburgh.

Photo by Amanda Leonard