by lizriggs






in an alleyway in allentown

we are overcoming ourselves.

The clouds about to split

like the nerves in our brains

the tiny pill I cut in half

as though that would be


there are (only?) so many stoops, corners and alleys

we can cry in-

so many seconds fending off fear.

In New York and Paris,

West Hollywood.

Amsterdam phone booths, dad: can you please get me out of here?

Tennessee floors and

the cornfields of Nebraska, open endless sky.

basements in Ohio crowded with our youth,

booths in Chicago bars

as though every place had a podium for our panic.