Making love to February air;
staring out at neon lights freezing.
Droning into a rising sun
and drinking soma in the mind—
this beatific brace stunting every thought
and settles simply with a longing laugh.
Jacob Riyeff currently studies medieval literature at the University of Notre Dame. When not spending time with his family, studying, or translating, he enjoys playing the baritone ukulele and wrangling anyone he can into reading Old and Middle English poetry with him. His verse has appeared in Dappled Things, PILGRIM, and is forthcoming in Vine Leaves.