by Leslie Grollman
Frayed laces on my running shoes
A snagged sock
Too-long fingernails clicking keys
A sunrise tries
A rain puddles the walkway
Tighten the hoodie, the wind
Too early for traffic never too late for loss
As if another chance
A day begins that way
Gulls soaring in formation
A cloud here and there
dispersing as if to disengage
As if I could kin a cloud
Overripe bananas on the windowsill, again
Midnight Mac-’n-cheese-childlike-wonder
Still and all, breath
Breath of a hard return
A barely-there look
Breathe
Brie on sourdough
Espresso, black and sweet
The heat
As if to clip coupons like they were an answer
As if a soluble vitamin brought the real sun
As if cobbles weren’t begging me stay
As if mom-and-apple-pie sated
As if the night fatigued
As if it all won’t end
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Leslie Grollman’s work appears in Yolk, Spoken Word Scratch Night, Writing Utopia 2020 Anthology, The Selkie, Together: An Anthology, Thimble, Nailed, Pathos, From Arthur’s Seat, other publications, and is forthcoming. Leslie was chosen to be a reader for one of Octopus Books’ open reading periods. She holds an MSc Creative Writing, Poetry, with Distinction, from the University of Edinburgh.