Mental Health


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.

by connor-elaine

Connor Poff is an MFA candidate at Minnesota State University, Mankato. She grew up as a steelworker's daughter in Middletown, Ohio. When she isn't writing, Poff teaches composition, collects vintage cookbooks, and binge-listens to true crime podcasts. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Appalachian Heritage, Volney Road Review, Oakwood Literary Magazine, and others.

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