Dinah in the trunk
come to kill me, Tonight on the unlit
street behind heaven
with your cold touch, I’d really like
to be surprised
once grief-furnished, The whole earth
our backroad
witless to rest, Asking where does it hurt?
let that die first
come to, Let the muscle drink
blood, Let it rain
tomorrow
JOSIE LEVIN is a writer and multimedia artist based in Chicago whose poetry has previously been published in Plainsongs Poetry Magazine, Peatsmoke Journal, and Coffin Bell Journal. You can see more of Josie’s work at jrlevin.wixsite.com/josielevin or on Instagram and Twitter @bemusual
