![]() ![]() When I think about it, it makes me want to taste the saltinessĪn eyelash in my direction. Wax all over your bedsheets while I was in a mid-atlantic city saving space. In Omaha, in your hotel room, you whispered in her ear and she melted like Every woman was a virgin.īlessed Art Though Amongst Women in Indianapolis with godly devotions In a photograph she wore a black pencil skirt and you said,Īll these women with their promise rings and pencil skirtsĪnd virginities and love of god. There’s a fever dream in me that keeps coming. The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by LB Sedlacek and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. She is the founder of 1932 Quarterly and she currently resides in Indianapolis. ![]() Layla Lenhardt had once gotten drunk at Jane Austen’s house and has since been published in The Wooden Tooth Review, Right Hand Pointing, Third Wednesday, and 1932 Quarterly. Send us your poetry for POET OF THE WEEK consideration. ![]()
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