I stroked her stomach and thought of all the things I didn’t want to do that day. She lay, stroked my fingers, and did theRead More
Author: Robert Beveridge
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Cordite Poetry Review, Stardust Haiku, and GAS: Poetry, Art, and Music, among others.