The Early Minutes of Without You thought you were spared falling in love with another drunk now that you were sober and could feel the ordinary grain that ran through…
ESL You come with a little Black string tied Around your tongue Knotted to remind Where you came from And why you left Behind photographs Of people whose Names need…
this is me PATH train ride, boy and girl inked, unmarked legs braided at one knee a bud from the same split phone cord speaking in each other’s ear and…
Every year, for National Poetry Month, the Rumpus presents a poem-a-day for the month of April. Today's poem is "To Sell Sweetie" by Barbara Jane Reyes.