In Austin, I keep looking for you—you always did say old habits die hard. I see you
in every passerby on the street, in a run-down dive bar listening to that Old Dominion song you love, the one about sunsets
and planes flying away. Drinking strawberry mojitos, trying to swallow something sweet and memorize the taste; nothing seems to last, and I’m praying for the off chance you’re looking for me in a city of strangers, too.
Katie Palmer is a poet living in Upstate New York with her two cats, June and Jo. She loves animals, nature, and the sunsets. Her works are forthcoming or published in diphthong lit, Pomegranate Lit, and Tiny Spoon, amongst others.