Dear Ohio
esther hermiz
You're so fair
With your pale golden cornfields
Dead grass
And fallen leaves
There is nothing
For me here
You remind me of my
Fourteen-year-old angst-ridden
Dreams and fears
Stuck on the north side
Hoping that someone would stop by
To save me from
This slow decay
Of time and boredom
And eventual trauma
He did
But it was just too good to be true
Excitement and adventure
Turned into chaos and absurdity
It was all a tease
I've outgrown you
Your people will
Always inhabit my soul
My heart
My consciousness
Without them
I don't know where I'd be
So I will
Tread lightly
And leave you
Quickly