6/17/2015

"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York."
– Sylvia Plath

the green monet blur of
blades splay across my window
like a ***** on a bed

the garter on her leg:
purple asterids
and buttercups.

i realize something inside me
has changed:
i no longer am accustomed

to the looks of campus on foot
however the way it looks
driving past, splattered dead

on my glass.
I balance on the smog settled
Sidewalk