Froth like Dust

A Poem by Sebastian Romero

Dirty nails

a tenor’s voice

jukebox light

Pregnant

with expectations

after you

I keep writing letters

Footsteps on rocks,

I bought you a candle,

you didn’t want anything,

An empty bottle

A disembodied cigarette

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Added on April 23, 2016
Last Updated on April 23, 2016

I am a Mexican author. I study literature and psychology. I'm moving to Iowa next fall. more..