by Alaina Pepin

Published in Issue No. 230 ~ July, 2016

Smokestack ribbons whirling and

bleeding like hummingbird tongues

kissing steel limbs. Junkies

drown in beer and piano mumbles

worship amid the zooming

wilderness of bones, and nightgown

girls smell sage in the burning

city’s suicide.

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