Dear Linnea
Leave a commentDecember 29, 2023 by The Citron Review
by Emma Francois
You named a ladybug Jumbo Shrimp and carried her on your palm until she bit you at the cafeteria. When I told you a splinter in my sole kept me up all night you removed my sock. Pinched it out with two fingers. I’ve always said you can do anything. As a little sister you set your own lullaby machine. Fashioned flashlights out of water bottles. Guitars of air. When I slip into your bed after a nightmare you smell like tuberose—not the flower you’re named for, Linnaea borealis—wild and gentle, breezy, though not easily swayed.
Emma Francois teaches first-year and fashion writing at both George Washington University and American University, the latter from where she also earned her MFA in Creative Writing. Her journalism, fiction, and essays—about art, the environment, and love—have appeared in publications including Golf Digest, Washington City Paper, USA Today, The Chautauquan Daily, and Grace & Gravity. Emma grew up dividing her time between India, Europe, and the States, and now calls D.C. home.