Emily Kendal Frey Poems

What if everything
were revealed: where I was
last night. You, etc. The rain
is coming down like salad.
...

You might think you are not thinking, but you are.

A thought moves from dirt up through me and if I do not
disabuse it, it grows.
...

In California we went to the dive bar and I lost my wallet

I remember falling into it

And maybe kissing against someone's garage
...