Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

Tunnel Vision

I’m exhausted
exhaling the gravity that holds my feet to the ground.

Now we’re all upside down,
hair standing on end,
followed by the rest of you.

Headed toward the ceiling,
smashing hard,
up there with dishes, chairs,


If you were outside when it happened,

I’m sorry.



How Long