Dodo Eraser

always said i’d come with you to your breast reduction
always said i wanted what you got taken off put on
there’s more of me now and none of it’s you
for an evening or half of one i remember
everyone’s someone will be taken away from them
how i sneered at the way you found god in something i couldn’t
you’ve got armor i cheaped out on now
i badmouthed a lot of things that could have saved
me and you were my favorite
i’d like to say this world robbed us both

Romy Rhoads Ewing writes from Sacramento, California, where she was born and raised. Her work has appeared in HAD, Oyez Review, Rejection Letters, Bullshit Lit, Major 7th Magazine, and more. She is the author of please stay (Bottlecap Press, 2024) and also edits poetry and nonfiction for JAKE. She runs the archival site SACRAMENTO DIRTBAG ARCHIVES and can be found at romyrhoadsewing.xyz