my car peeled out but not like it does in movies. more like a pear. a lightbulb waiting for gravity
to do the rest. skin wants to be flesh but has to feel the cold. infinite eyelashes in the slush,
wishes wishing to be run over by strangers. january blows corn snow into the tracks, & i’m
turning the heat up. dying is like dying, just with other people. that’s why.
Poem by Liam Strong
Image by Adam Strong
Liam Strong (they/them) is a queer neurodivergent cripple punk writer who owns two Squishmallows, three Buddhas, a VHS of Cats The Musical, and somewhere between four and eight jean jackets. They are the author of the chapbook Everyone’s Left the Hometown Show (Bottlecap Press, 2023).
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One reply on “leaving poem”
Nice work. Strong imagery–cacophonous, one image tumbling into another
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