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Mental Health

Cerulean

Growing up, I thought the crayon color “cerulean”
was pronounced “chlorine,”
because pool water seemed the same
brightened blue to me. The way the water
slapped and the waves bounced before
swim practice always soothed me,

even before I knew I was anxious—
that my creepy-crawly panic
had a paper label, too.

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by connor-elaine

Connor Poff is a poet living in Ohio. In 2020, she earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Minnesota State University, Mankato, and before that a BA in English from The Ohio State University. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Wax Paper, Appalachian Heritage, Volney Road Review, and others.

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