If someone is asking for the moon it’s because they need it - Alejandra Pizarnik
I tell the fountain by my house about you every day
Two girls, one Honda,
not a drivers license between us
While i eat the baby cheese
you roll a ball on your palm
I add it to my drawer of little wax moons
We were jackals talking shit
We were a whole world
In my dreams I meet you at the grocery store
Where they
keep all the food
For Stevie, By Laura Anne Whitley
Laura Anne Whitley is a poet based in Philadelphia, PA. Her work has appeared in Shortie Country, Pinky Mag and various online journals. God tells her what to say and she says it.
