Valentine
by
Makenzie Beyer
I like us in a chair,
us in a car,
us shoplifting from Kroger.
The weeks
we don’t speak often
in the same place,
we keep our heads low,
play
This is Stevie Wonder
and self-titled by Prince.
Citrus rinds stay littered about us
as if we live here and pay rent,
apple core for breakfast,
and u like when I spit out the seed.
Makenzie Beyer is a poet living in Chicago. She writes love stories and tales of desire.
