bostonpoetryslam:

“Of course
you can go days
w/o a revelation
or even an idea
The draft
stays unsent:
Sorry, babe,
been out of sorts
What’s that
French phrase
meaning
sweet note &
did millenials
kill it along w/
Applebee’s
& diamonds
& napkins
& homeownership
& savings
& fabric softener
& Macy’s
& putrid,
distinctly
American
idealism
I mean, finally”

— Alina Pleskova, “Composure,” published in Cosmonauts Avenue