Poetry, Suze Kay
The West starts where the rain stops
and when I feel a little wild. Ready
for a cliff around the corner, not just
with my boots on, but also in the way
that feels like a knife between my teeth.
Come on, World, give it to me. Make it
make me crazy. Drive me to it and jump
the curb, the shark, whatever grows here
and not back home. I’m getting tired
of seasons. The rain keeps catching up.
Suze Kay is a pastry chef in New Jersey by day and a writer whenever the oven's off. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in HAD, Wasteland Review, Acropolis Journal, and more. She loves liminal spaces, one song on repeat, and her little gray cat, Aura. You can find her on Twitter @suz_chef.
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