i wonder where i end up maybe i’m walking the coast i always claimed to hate holding the hands of people i love tossing wildflowers into the waves to see if they come back again maybe the bookstore i stand in is mine and i’m pressing wildflowers into the pages pollen dusted and sweet-smelling for others to breathe in and sigh maybe i am buried under the japanese maple in my grandmother’s front yard, encouraging wildflowers to grow for the neighborhood kids who have come after me to pick maybe i am made of wildflowers wherever i go i leave traces of me to grow and decay and to be reborn in books and seafoam.
Mae Fraser (any pronouns) is a queer hopeless romantic poet from the New Hampshire seacoast. Their work has been published in PHIL Lit, The Argyle Literary Magazine, In Parentheses, among others. They received their BA in Creative Writing from Salem State University, where they received the Creativity Award for Creative Writing in 2022. Mae was also a runner up in the 2021 The Lyric Poetry Contest. When not writing, you can find them online @maeflowerreads or underneath their giant pile of unread books.
