down the road in

Bushwick with pins in your

hair, strawberries and

watermelons and

pimple patches on

your forehead, not looking when

crossing the street and

gold bangles on your

wrist, pink and blue in

your hair and you’re

down the road in Bushwick, your

hands clasped around a

boy’s ring finger, a tight

grip, and you’ll

never let go, at the

intersection, you look right at

me and

never say anything.

Quinn De Vecchi is studying Creative Writing at Interlochen Arts Academy. They hail from Hallandale Beach, Florida, and are now a Denverite. They enjoy walks, Thai food, and science fiction. They have been published previously in Grub Street, and soon-to-be in the Chiron Review. 

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