Tag: Edward Michael Supranowicz
It’s while waiting for the light at the corner of Twenty-eighth and Sixth Avenue that you first hear it: a soft hissing sound.
How could / the hand’s reflexive twitch undo centuries of survival? / Something as simple as an approaching outlier of thunder / cause devastation to a thing come so far?
Sunbeams drop and scatter / like shrapnel across bald pavingstones asizzle / in the dust of your passing.
With boys comes a lot of stress. You worry about how you can buy him his own place, or you worry about who he’ll bring into your house.
“I’m a big fan of letting people enjoy things,” a Twitter user named Sherryis washingherhands…
For what do I need / this beautiful key? (poetry)