“Three Bodies of Water” by Kaylyn Venuto

I will let you know
how you’ve let me down;
Across an achingly empty pond I’ve had nothing to fill with,
you stood there with her simple garden hose and
one hundred words of how we could fill it.
One nightfall is all we worked.
But in our early morning it was dry again
my head rolled off of your arm
and into your mattress
I crawled past the stuck doorknob
to greet a flooding pond of yours.
I wish you had offered
to build a strait
That way I’d have recognized ‘impossible’
when he stands with a garden hose
that is not his own

Kaylyn Venuto is from a small suburb in Massachusetts who moved to Brooklyn, New York at 18 years old to attend art school. She transferred to the University of Georgia to pursue a liberal arts-centered degree which simultaneously ignited her passion in social justice education. She strives to be a courageous, consistent observer and feels a responsibility to be the best leader she can be.