rust was the death of us
oxygen and iron
weather and time
hundreds of holes
have been patched
and painted over
restorations aren’t made
of well-meanings
but of follow-throughs
and time-committed
we were not
the timeless classic
we set out to be
admit it
we’ve both been
driving other cars for years
our weakened frame
overgrown by weeds
and nesting birds
while rust grows
under the belly of us
Sarah Thursday was mostly raised in Long Beach, California. She teaches 4th and 5th grade, is obsessed with music, and has only recently dove into poetry again. She has forthcoming or has been published in The Long Beach Union (CSULB), The Atticus Review, Eunoia Review, East Jasmine Review, The Camel Saloon, poeticdiversity, Chaparral, and Pyrokinection. Recently, she has become the editor of Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets, almost by accident, but completely on purpose. sarahthursday.com