A little while ago, a friend sent AV some poems by a freshman at SUNY Frewdonia named Zachariah Braunscheidel. And we haven’t had room for poetry in the weekly print paper for a while, so we thought we’d publish one of his poems online:
FRIDAY NIGHT, IN THE ARMS OF TUESDAY
We came as two figures in the dark
Without illusion, pretense or reserve
We offered each other our words
Because it is in them that we harbor
Our honesty and mutual vulnerability
And we did this, in the hopes
That the air we have so long pushed around
Might be received, understood
And returned in different intervals
With the same warm breath
That caresses on our necks, and closes the void between hearts and old scars
With soft and tender flesh
—zachariah braunscheidel
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