by John B. Oldenborg
in the storm drain
teeth mature without supervision and ragged pigeons feast on the car-skop when they die i’ll pass into the mountain in my yellow gusseted boots a sum of loving actions impressed in the wood gloss you don’t want me at my most limbic a consensus of bobs say spring has left the building |
John B. Oldenborg (he/him) called Tallahassee home. He recently graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and holds an MFA in creative writing. Some of his poems appear or are forthcoming in Misery Tourism, New Note Poetry, Rat World Magazine, Bullshit Lit, Rougarou, Gone Lawn, Grotto, and elsewhere. linktr.ee/johnblakeoldenborg
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