By Brooklyn Plotner
She remembers the ghost--
listen devour embrace decay,
porcelain concrete dog do not die--
my naked smile is here which
surrounds the sacred fever liquid--
soon, spirit said, you walk beneath wind
wet champagne celebrates sex--
moss moon through quiet,
rest and relax blue lake--
kiss it home, bleed poetry and
breathe— the throbbing laugh of
a velvet universe.
Brooklyn Plotner is a queer poet from Michigan. Her poems consist of fears, dreams, and ghosts. She uses the em dash excessively and does not plan on changing that. She is currently an undergrad at the University of Kentucky for English and hopes to one day be in the publishing industry.