SOMETIMES THERE ARE MEN

by Katie Burke on July 10, 2017

I suck my teeth at you
and hear the clinking of keys

a lemon in my mouth

I used to be forgiven
but now I am not

an edge
that rounded itself

there are windows everywhere I go
but I hardly ever count them

I have never felt closer to god
than when I smile at a TV show
or maybe a child

the best things
are when it is quiet
and I am alone

I already know what your mouth tastes like:
the forest floor

in short,
wet.

Katie Burke is a writer living in Chicago and she is trying her best. She is the social media coordinator for Lettered Streets Press and you can find her work on The Fanzine, Electric Cereal, Witch Craft Magazine, Alien Mouth, Hooligan and others.