We spent the weekend avoiding
taxes. It was practice. Avoiding
a very long sprain of summer
weather. Gold jewelry on top
of not living in Brooklyn. What
more can you ask of me?
I watch for the subway,
leaning into hot thunder
hopelessly asking a stranger
to brush my shoulder—
wait for my arrival. Just you
wait. I’ll pay all the bills.
By surprise we will crop
our tops and put ice cubes
in red wine, over an entire
lifetime wish to be in one
same city.
Kelly Forsythe


Kelly Forsythe

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