3:30

Holly Branco

3:30

3:30 AM, quietly
eating chocolate
and thinking about
whether to think
about you. It’s late,
but 22-year-olds
are allowed to do
anything, great
big huge amounts of
anything.
My “anything,”
right now, is eating
a square of chocolate,
and typing with only
my pointer finger, and
sitting pantsless in a
grey cableknit, thinking
about pressing my palms
over your ears, and looking
at you just to look at you.

Holly Branco

Holly Branco lives in the mountainous suburb-farmlands of Northwestern New Jersey. She recently graduated from Boston College with a B.A. in English and philosophy, and her poems have appeared in Stylus, Isis Magazine, and Laughing Medusa. For her, poetry is like sneezing: It just happens. Everywhere. Anywhere. Sometimes loudly. Occasionally in dusty rooms, or with the changes of the seasons. Outside of poetry, Holly tutors, freelances, lifts weights, propagates plants, ponders into the middle distance, and sells maple syrup. More on hollybranco.com.

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