at the end of this poem I pulverize to fog
the act conveys a disturbingly satisfying feeling
of crashing, times and times again
in this poem, my youth does not
wash down in a flash flood of wrongs
instead, poem boyfriend gravitates toward me
it is summer and we are young and
spend the duration of this poem
inside a filthy Ferris wheel gondola Continue reading “Finality | Ana Prundaru”
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