Our style has the shelf-life
of dark-yellow bananas
it reeks of end
but I swallow
you clawing my back
from the quiet years,
how Stonehenge our foundation
goes, the way your look
silences rooms.
Once we were little
more than children
in the town of our births,
talking up future,
kissing in a way
that everyone
would see.
Erric Emerson is a founding member and former poetry editor of Duende literary journal. His work has appeared in Visitant, Crabfat, Beautiful Losers, Hungry Chimera, and a number of other volumes, zines, and anthologies. Emerson resides in Philadelphia, PA. His first book, Counting Days, is available on Amazon. His published work can be found at erricemersonpoems.com.
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