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 ____
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.