Sarah Brockhaus

I’ll Be the Canvas

Make me still life, paint my
yellow roses red. I still don’t know why I love you
tastes like dandelion stems. You repeat the same nothing

over and over but you aren’t praying. You are the wolves howling nothings
at the moon. We pray through pinky promises, me
and you, through mint leaves and untied shoelaces. You

know I can flavor lies to truth, I can kiss you till you
taste me true. Kiss you till I taste me true. I am nothing,
not the white chrysanthemum you pick me to be. Christen me red carnation. Paint me

forget-me-not, let nothing erase me. Sketch me into your garden, I’ll be the wild roses.

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Sarah Brockhaus is a Sophomore at Salisbury University. She is studying English and Secondary Education and hopes to become a high school English teacher after graduation. Outside of class she enjoys playing volleyball and drinking coffee.