purslane
stretch marks. streets. cracks
so many 90’s
taxis
whack
and then scarcity
until right now
open
jsh
open
sk
open
sh
open
blanket flower
once went
wondering
oir om tje woods
orange
yellow
wht an automatic
corsage
friends in corner
digs
and dives
restaurants
and ice cream
shops
take out and steak
we forget how
primal
it is for us to
talk
& listen
the human need to
forage in the city for each other’s voices
yellow jewelweed
sexy
flower
of wet wet soil
bring on the bees
buzzz
bitch
ougo8
this is the real deal
brsdugiubh
what a world
when a woman
wants something
seh wants it
do that thing
re up
sur
see
she
sehll
purple dead nettle
just paint the wall in front of you
what are you pinko?
black wax
black tar
supposing I lie
down right here
and now
this is not something i do often
artificial sweeteners
won’t kill you
on the spot.
in a dark room she
told us
what really went down
a fork in the road
a spoon in the night
a knife in the back
and then poof
ejjppvf
dffijij
snkjir
fr
awoooooooooo
Born and raised in New York City, Amanda Deutch is a poet and social practice artist. She is the author of several poetry chapbooks, most recently Bodega Night Pigeon Riot (above/ground 2020) and Surf Avenue and 29th Street Coney Island (Least Weasel 2018). Her poetry has been published in The New York Times, Oversound, The Rumpus, Cimarron Review, Ping Pong and in many other journals and magazines.
