Saturday Night This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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We danced until our feet
Bled gin,
In 1920s fedora hats.
Mobster style.
Pinstripes wound up our black suits.
Spirals of smoke winding from the cigars,
Dangling out of our mouths.
Driving down the disparate streets,
On the eve of 2 a.m.
With the fuzz
In our rear-view mirror.



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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