Under the three skyscrapers you make her ankles sore.
\nThey don\u2019t yet know being avoided at house parties.<\/p>\n
She loses to the study room floor that burned her back.
\nYour knees\u2014raw beneath bar dulled denim.<\/p>\n
Smoke rings drop fast from your mouth like change.
\nThe GO Station keeps in its breath. She buys her way home.<\/p>\n
The sour apple aftertaste gathers\u2014she can\u2019t
\nsearch for her keys when her hands are still soaking.<\/p>\n
Floating in your Southern Comfort and Coke
\nwondering who could ever stomach it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think we\u2019ll be in love forever?\u201d
\nYou jump out of the pool.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a photo that\u2019s stuck of you highing five
\nto her iPhone that didn\u2019t make it out of the water<\/p>\n
The simplest of minds are alive and kicking
\nin chlorinated gardens of salt.<\/p>\n
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SUZANNA DEREWICZ<\/strong> is a writer based in Toronto, Canada. She has recently been published on Metatron’s OMEGA<\/em> blog<\/a>, in the Minola Review<\/em><\/a>, (parenthetical)<\/em><\/a>, and Peach Mag<\/em><\/a>, among others. Her debut chapbook, Maggie Monologues<\/a><\/em>, was released in Fall 2016 by words(on)pages press. Follow her on Twitter @suzannaderewicz<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Under the three skyscrapers you make her ankles sore. They don\u2019t yet know being avoided at house parties. She loses to the study room floor that burned her back. Your knees\u2014raw beneath bar dulled denim. Smoke rings drop fast from… Continue Reading
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