Short Flesh Archaeology Poem by Ryan Frazier

Short Flesh Archaeology



Blind ledge
hanging legs over the side of
her window as she puts the same
record on the turntable,
strumming cough syrup from his
pinkened tongue.

'More, ' you said while your
albums conversed in the corner
waiting for sweat.

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Ryan Frazier

Ryan Frazier

Brockton, Massachusetts
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