04-21-2016, 02:13 AM
Summer Night in Calumet
Behind the bench, beneath a shrub
they grope. Either turpentine or whisky
streaks her flesh.
Further back from the streetlight
a man fastens his fly.
A girl crawls near enough
to snap a picture of all three.
Skin reflects
in the camera’s catch, catches
in the camera’s throat.
Behind the bench, beneath a shrub
they grope. Either turpentine or whisky
streaks her flesh.
Further back from the streetlight
a man fastens his fly.
A girl crawls near enough
to snap a picture of all three.
Skin reflects
in the camera’s catch, catches
in the camera’s throat.