They Won't Let [Us] / Drive Late At Night
Autofiction
jude ehmka
the poet laureate of the mold colonies on yr bedside table. can be found anywhere, if you yell loud enough.
CT, United States
Selected work (8 publications)
"I wish I could adopt a new shade” I told myself
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and we’re living and living and living again andif babushka married a different man
if i went home in a different shopping cart
if we could just be, just be taste of / greasy seafood and pavement
if i didn’t put my last body in the compost,
if we met before our own respective
rebirths.
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i feel lemonade sticky, all quilted over my own existenceour biological familiarity
makes me fear how I’ll grow
like I always do sensitivities
seventeen and already full
capacity, though really it’s arbitrary
to my beliefs growth is not taught
by molding coffee cups
and disorder.
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