Bleach Stains:

Perhaps it’s the free showing of cold Massachusetts stars
finger painted like shy eggs within Night’s Celestial Empire,
or maybe it’s the virgin dyes glittering inside the diamond-catholic window but,
I get lost navigating your ways and thoughts
until the Imperial acoustics amplify my creature fears—
promising my character is no exotic when photosynthesized with skyline pollution.

MICHAEL KFOURY

A public servant, Michael Kfoury has written poems that have recently appeared in Wax Paper and Steam Ticket Review. This old soul and New Deal nerd loves classic rock, literature, and films. His attention is often divided between the night’s Humphrey Bogart screening, revising his writing, and studying the socio-economic reforms of 1930s America. He can be followed on Instagram @MJK001221.