Were white but shaped like bluebells I don’t
know their name a man with a sandwich
and beer barev is hi, eench behsehs, how are you, are
you good means to be alone here one hears
helicopter blades water hiding the concrete
Michael’s Prime Meats walking the dog, saying:
I feel / We did not doubt / that pause was writ through
it could be faster tho’ it be more expedient
across from me our Most Vulnerable Pet
in the winter you are winter things to me
when the Express pulls into the station rarely 
do I leave the Local but should it not reach very rarely
do I hear laughter that sounds other than recognition 
at a certain point every poem receives God as its audience
for poems love to suffer on God whose roadway this is

Published November 21st, 2021

Leah Kiureghian was born in Germany and raised in Arizona. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Brooklyn College. Her most recent work has appeared in SAND, American Chordata, RHINO, The Mantle, Guesthouse, The Portland Review, and American Book Review.

Keisha Prioleau-Martin is an artist based in New York City. She earned a BFA from State University of New York at Purchase. Prioleau-Martin has exhibited extensively in New York, including work shown at Ortega y Gasset Projects, Olympia, Art of Our Century, The Yard Williamsburg, Zürcher Gallery, The Bushwick Starr, Tiger Strikes Asteroid’s flat files, and many others. She is also a co-director at Underdonk in Bushwick, and a member of NYC Crit Club. More of Prioleau-Martin’s work can be found on her website.