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,
            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.