the rush of
—Grace Goudie
you: the rush of salt water blazing cold skin, the rush of concrete coming closer, two birds rushing the
horizon, the rush of your hand pressed to the hollow of my waist, the rush of tracing a wave and watching
it turn gold, a rushed right rib protruding, the rush of dancing on the forest floor, the rush of growing up,
the rush of –
GRACE GOUDIE (she/her) is a young poet of Inuit and Settler descent, living and writing on the unceded and ancestral territories of the Sc'ianew (Beecher Bay) First Nation. Her poetry is inspired by the water and people that give her life, and can be found in Reverie Magazine, Horseshoe Literary Magazine, and -miut zine. She prefers black licorice jellybeans.