missing poetesses
c.n.a.
age: too young to know, too old to admit, that she doesn’t know what she’ll be
sex: those who would cause men to die, cities to war, and gods to fight over one’s beauty and wisdom
eyes: light the color of warmth, like that of chocolate or copper, falling leaves or espresso beans
wearing: a cream white sweater, her favorite pair of jeans, faded blue converse, with a vintage pearl ring, gold hoop earrings, and his initial around her neck
last seen: sitting on the top floor of java dog cafe, tucked in the corner next to the random photograph titled “mushroom patch 2,” sipping from a small maple white mocha latte (the barista’s suggestion when she couldn’t decide), with earbuds singing the ballad of cleopatra.
l.e.s.
age: older than the stars in the sky, younger than the fresh fall of rain
sex: wouldn’t you like to know
eyes: dark as the bottom of a well at midnight, you can look down into it and the stars look back
wearing: a brown hippie skirt and her dark green short girl converse with too many rings to count and a rbf
last seen: in a thrift store looking for more clothes that make her look like a pirate or a princess or somehow both, probably staring into the distance, definitely listening to Jackie and Wilson by Hozier, she had Dracula and Inferno in her tote bag God only knows when she’ll finish either of them
cara and lindsay, hopeless romantics, went missing from the riverfront today at 5:43 pm. some are saying that they may have sailed away into the sunset, but it’s more likely they fell through the pages of their soft-cover dreams. a reward of the few cents in their checking accounts and the combined values of their beaten up old blue cars is offered if you find them sitting on the windowsills of a cottage in the woods, books in hand, with homemade brownies in the oven and a cat curled by the fireplace. you should be forewarned that they may, unprompted and without warning, begin discussing the greatest contemplations of life or mythologies behind the connections of celestial beings. they may also try to turn every moment into an aesthetic polaroid photo.
the authors wish you godspeed in your search for these two, and offer the suggestion that they may be tempted with the offer of kisses on the forehead, a warm cup of tea, and a taylor swift song. l.e.s. can be drawn out with an offering of a tall blue eyed brown haired boy, and c.n.a. won’t be able to stay long without running into the arms of he who would move the heavens and earth for her heart. find them if you can, keep them if you may, but know that once earned, their love will never fade.