Poetry by Moss Lelko

gunmetal sky over 
roof of your car

you and I waiting in lot 
of some chain

it is unimportant
exactly what it was

I was wishing for the injunction
of some alien

my face partially becoming plumb
your face— a bowl of sugar beets

I can’t believe
not a soul intervened

if they saw, it was only 
in furtive glances

Moss Lelko (they/them/theirs) is a lesbian poet and recent transplant to New Orleans from the Upper Midwest.

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