Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Two
salt; or the night you left
Patty Paine
engulf me like a body
a stranger printed on skin
ocean me your childhood and all its terrible
birds shuddering violence
look at me, pretend I am
your mouth your clavicle the bloom
of your stabbing once all we shared
was a word uttered near a silent
cave now everything has a feel
of rain and your face
mirrored in midnight wears goodbye