IFnemfrog

                                                                    I’ve scrubbed a lover’s blood from the kitchen tile       such cleaning takes so much time you expect there to be confetti at the end

poem excerpt, kaveh akbar                                image source

It is easily forgotten, year to year, exactly where the plot is, though the place is entirely familiar

poem excerpt, michael anania                        source image

we separate at the lips. we have never kissed behind the school

poem excerpt/nate marshall                        source image

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

poem excerpt, sylvia plath                               source image