Who does God pray to? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I sleepfallwalk into swamps and
learn to breathe through the foxtails.

I smell all of cigarette smoke and rain and
taste like Newfoundland Screech
yourlips yourneck.

My throat is a burning curse,
the kind that whispers
we are gypsies
through the curves of your ear.

It is an omen and you are the augur.
You are warm skin and salt,
nights in ember and flitting bits of ash.

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






Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

claire1995 said...
Nov. 1, 2011 at 9:22 pm
I really enjoyed this piece.  I like the tone of it all
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback