By AIDAN COOPER

You river your fingers,
I dip my toes in, water us

until lotus flowers ring
the space between our knuckles.

Each of your palm’s lines,
another root in my life. Press,

until you’re sure. Press through
the bridge we make, touch the sway

beneath, see there are pink blooms
and bees inside me, heartbeating.

Writer | Aidan Cooper ’26 | acooper26@amherst.edu
Editor | Gabby Avena ’25 | gavena25@amherst.edu