The only way to immortality is art.
It’ll last forever, if it’s good enough.
The rest dies young, or dies before any life
can take hold in those empty walls.
If I keep writing about you, over and over,
until I can’t tell where the woman you were
ends and where my millions of recollections
begin, will I get it right sometime? Will you
live? Can I give you that much?
That’s all I want.
Abbie Langmead (she/they) is a Sapphic Jewish writer currently leaving their hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. They are a recent graduate of Emerson College’s Creative Writing BFA, and she has recently published works with Middle West Press, LIGHT for Public Health, Quarter Press, among others. Find them in those publications, wandering aimlessly around Beantown, or hosting dinner parties in an apartment too crowded for the amount of people she invited.
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