The Kirkpatrick Chapel

We are standing outside a church
The choir concert spilling like loose change out the door
And Nicole says to me
I’m so glad you’ve never been in love with me
Your love is a commitment
The other person didn’t know they were making

Nicole is a poet
And a theoretical physicist in training
And she is sometimes too honest, but very rarely wrong

We are walking home
Heals and docs and mens dress shoes
Clomping clicking stumbling down College Ave
Nicole and Emma trembling like acrobats
Like stilt walkers
And I start crying right there
Under street lamps and a yellow quarter moon
I want to scrapbook this moment
Because I know it’s passing like a firefly
Like the flicked off ash of Nicole’s cigarette

But I am thinking of knit wool hats
Driving slow so he can sleep
Watching his eyelashes flutter and feeling hungry
I love you, I love you, I love you
Text me so I know you got home okay

Devon Borkowski is a writer, painter, and actor from the New Jersey Pine Barrens. She recently graduated from Rutgers University with a BFA in visual arts. Devon’s previous work has appeared in the Writers House Review, and is upcoming in Room Magazine.