Saint Susi by Nicole Estelle



Saint Susi


she is a Spanish song

lost four years ago

newspaper dress

we thought the news was too much to keep up with back then

a Banana Republic Saint

the nights she would drive us to San Francisco

to buy us sourdough and watch us dance

a $7 rose

she is ocean

and she is English History

her voice,

deeper than all roses

have you ever felt a hug,

like warm waves taking you out?

the sun was pink the morning after

we stood at the end of the park to stare

the last time we saw her eyes




Nicole Estelle



Nicole Estelle is a writer and film photographer dwelling in Southern Oregon. She thrives on making coffee for strangers and daydreaming.

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