stephanie athena valente
my memory stays in sandy highways
long summer rides on carousel horses
the space between my texts
silver scales at your shoulders
playing the tambourine
laughter on a night pier
over carbonated diet soda
my secrets in a waffle cone
your face etched in glass
i think, i never want the leaves to turn
like my breath
pink lungs pausing on a quest
don’t you think it’d be better, to dangle
our legs over the edge?
the story ends better that way.
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Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Reality Hands, Maudlin House, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human. stephanievalente.com