I lay roses on her name. My sheer sleeves cling to me like a second skin; sweat trickles down my forehead. A single petal falls from the redbud. It is soft to the touch, like her skin was. A rush of summer heat makes me woozy. I squeeze my eyes shut, but the pain only builds. And then I hear it: Someone singing, just as gentle rain begins to fall. Erin Jamieson’s writing has been published in over one hundred literary magazines, including two Pushcart Prize nominations and two Best of Net nominations. She is the author of four poetry chapbooks, including Fairytales (Bottle Cap Press) and a forthcoming poetry collection. Her debut novel Sky of Ashes, Land of Dreams was published by Type Eighteen Books. X: @erin_simmer