elementia
The First Stanza of This Poem is a Lie
By Elena UngerI know love, lust,
and lonely well enough
to tell them apart.
The End of the Storm Drains
By Wyatt C. VaughnAbove, asphalt streets meet each other with divots forming storm drains.
But below, the concrete box and brown metal manhole puddles collected rain.
Slip & Fly
By Gaby Killmy phone burns a hole in my pocket,
and i think all this "burning calories" has gotten to it
rub a friction rash between my thighs, maybe if you sand down for long enough there'll be a gap