by
Csilla Richmond
you gave my bed away
so i planted a garden
in our living room
and made my own of flowers
if you’ve come to find me
i have made my home
in a nest
of human bones
where there are no doors
to close
there is no self
to grow
i am still waiting
to feel as if
my roots
have taken hold
Csilla Richmond grew up in Modesto, California and got her BA in English Literary Studies at Humboldt State University in Arcata. She’s been published in Lavender Review and Calliope, the literary magazine of University of the Pacific. She currently lives in Sacramento with her beautiful wife to be, two dogs, and cat. She spends most of her days reading or writing and works at a used bookstore on the side.
