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    • Still Standing
  • Home
  • About/Submissions
  • Masthead
  • Featured Poets Series
    • 3 poems by Chris Prewitt
    • 3 poems by Taylor Byas
    • 3 Poems by David Hanlon
    • 3 poems by Bailey Grey
    • 2 Poems by Seán Griffin
  • Issues
    • Issue 1
    • Issue 1.5: Hozier-inspired
    • Issue 2
    • Issue 3: Recovery
    • Issue 3.5: Lana Del Rey
    • Special Summer Solstice Prose Issue
    • Issue 4.1
    • Issue 4.2
    • Still Standing
All Over Town
 
I find hell: a summer of your hands
against the sun’s sharpening,
 
light arching its spine
where it strikes your jaw, cherry
 
paint job of a car named
for me. How long had we been
 
misbehaving? In the months
I let you take me
 
for a ride, the riverfront lay
itself out ahead of us, sighing
 
with wood rot. Still, it felt
like heaven to me. I could
 
peel my sweatstuck skin
from your upholstery,
 
imagine plastic bags rustling
in switchgrass as blossoms
 
in a garden while you tried
your hand at saying
 
I’m sorry like you meant it.
A summer that owns me, you
 
taught me how to plead:
let me lick you clean, love
 
you like an orchid
flicking its forked tongue.

Taylor Brunson is a poet living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, where she recently graduated from UNC with highest honors for a manuscript of original poetry. She serves as an assistant poetry editor for Four Way Review and an assistant nonfiction editor for Nashville Review.
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