Category: Poetry

• July 16, 2020

  3 AM St. Petersburg

  Brown curly hair pulled back tightshe sits at a smooth metal tablegrasping a steaming styrofoam cupwith hands calloused from manual labor Her skin is soft with age textured with deep wrinkles fromyears in the St. Petersburg sun Dark eyes hold the sadness of lifeamplified by large round glasseslips taut with memories Dreams and discarded cigarette stubs lie…