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by Emily Hockaday I escape through a wormhole and you follow me there; I make another wormhole. You hold onto my arm so I am straddling two universes— one in which you let me go, and one in which I stay. It is lonely here, caught between a future and a past. Have you felt like this all along? I saw you, yesterday, so still you could have been marble. Looking out the window to the apple tree and the many starlings perched in its branches. I could have stepped through then, into the apartment’s morning dim, silently. But you were so beautiful in that light: smudged around the face, like a figure in a painting. I needed you to see me go.

Emily Hockaday's first full-length collection, Naming the Ghost (Cornerstone Press) was released in September 2022. She is the author of five chapbooks, most recently the ecology-themed Beach Vocabulary. Her poems have appeared in print and online journals, as well as with the Poets of Queens and Parks & Points’ Wayfinding anthologies. Emily is the recipient of a New York City Artists Corps grant, a Café Royal Cultural Foundation grant, and the winner of the Middle House Review Editors’ Prize. You can find Emily on the web at or @E_Hockaday.

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