Poetry

Memoirs of a City Fish by Summer Young

You are making potato hash

my mother’s recipe

 

I could make you burn it

if I flew out the window

 

in my blue towel

I might resemble rain

 

trick umbrellas 

to explode like spots

 

you would only tie my guts 

into a rope

 

pull me back up 

for a taste test


Follow Summer on Twitter at @MissYoungWriter and on Instagram at @summerrbelle.

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