bubble, then stew
Rose Gelfand
soaked to the
brim on I-80W, my
uber driver exclaims
that it, in fact, stinks
i nod.
he tells me when it rains this hard
all the toothbrush covers,
nail clippings, and phone cases
flush off the pebble beaches
into the wetland’s hair
a door appears in a room
that had finally accepted
its doorlessness
in your wake
i chase every light on 19th
almost miss the neon
blink; crippled
in the mission of my spine
i am nothing if not overbearing
disjointed and heavy, all i can seem
to do is swell
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Rose Gelfand
soaked to the
brim on I-80W, my
uber driver exclaims
that it, in fact, stinks
i nod.
he tells me when it rains this hard
all the toothbrush covers,
nail clippings, and phone cases
flush off the pebble beaches
into the wetland’s hair
a door appears in a room
that had finally accepted
its doorlessness
in your wake
i chase every light on 19th
almost miss the neon
blink; crippled
in the mission of my spine
i am nothing if not overbearing
disjointed and heavy, all i can seem
to do is swell
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