Vanilla Coke
by Shelby Hartness

Today i want to leave your bed
I’m craving myself

I iron out my left
hand


Have you                                         I arch my back                       
    seen                                             at the thought
  what a          
                                             of it
diamond                                         pressing
looks like                                        play
under hot
                                                         like
   metal?                                           porn                           


Watching me get myself                    


     A girl stands                                     I hold her hand
beside me carrying                             there is a quiet
   yellow flowers.                            in the background.


My toes

         dipping

         against

         the edge

         of the ocean

         like

a balance beam.

 

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Shelby Hartness is a writer and poet based in Northern California. Her writing appears in The Skirt Chronicles, Wonder Press, Des pair Quarterly, passerby, and D Magazine, among others. She is a MFA candidate in Poetry at St. Mary's College of California.

@sleepyshelby     www.shelbyhartness.com