Emily Ramser- A Poem

Louisiana Rest Stop, 3 A.M.

Your eyebrows are the forests

of fantasy novels lit by the faint blue

glow of the radio.

Your eyelids are hills

in which I imagine

hobbits could live without fear of Smaug, orcs, or goblins.

If you were awake I would tell you

that you are more beautiful than any elf.

I would read to you Tolkien

till you dreamt of riding barrels down the river

and I would tell you that you are more enrapturing than words will ever be.

Bio: Emily Ramser just published her first full poetry collection I Forgot How to Write When They Diagnosed Me this past January.

Her next chapbook, Conjuring Her, is set to be released later this summer through Weasel Press. You can find more of her work at her blog, www.chickadee sweetie.wordpress.com