by Sarah Gorban
It seems most days are forgotten once had
Broken
Worn
thrown to recycle among gritty outlines
that seem the norm, for what can I do
except ride a bike through Suburbia
gripping handlebars with white knuckles
holding onto the sun within a palm
moon placed on the tongue, to touch
and feel the constants that comfort
among hazy blurry outlines, shaded
beyond the outlines, to call our days
Sarah Gorban is a recent college graduate with a focus in Neuroscience and is pursuing a pharmacy education in North Carolina. Her work has been previously published through Trinity University, Dissonance Magazine, and is forthcoming at Orange Blush Zine. Sarah presently resides in Pennsylvania, among the greenery and farm land. She can be found usually on adventure walks, making oatmeal bowls, and searching to experience moments more subjectively. She’s also an enthusiastic adventurer, passionate about health and wellness, and a poet in the making. Varada J.M is a 9th-grader based in Kerala’s Koyilandi, studying at Rani Public School, Vadakara. After hurriedly doing homework, Varada divides her time between practicing classical dance and watching horror films. She loves dogs but nobody at home wants one.
Global Poemic 
I vibe with this. Its pretty much how I feel about the pandemic.
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