Finn Phillips
there was a scattering of claws
on tile.
i pressed my body to the ground,
twice-time pulse —
yours or mine? —
brushing my throat.
i held my breath,
waited for the punchline.
Kitchen
Finn Phillips
there was a scattering of claws
on tile.
i pressed my body to the ground,
twice-time pulse —
yours or mine? —
brushing my throat.
i held my breath,
waited for the punchline.
