Three poems by Lamorna Elmer
Recovery We’re sitting on a park bench comparing slacks and loafers (ankles). The coffee’s black, obviously, and Jennifer says You just don’t get this kind of life if you live South of the river. We all turn up our noses. Do you look like a pig or a bat? We agreed it was far better to be a bat. I wanted to tell them … Continue reading Three poems by Lamorna Elmer