Our Relationship, As Told in Text Messages, Stephanie Athena Valente

I fantasize more than you know,

spilled the entire damn iced coffee
I want to know who is looking at me
There’s moody music of course, I want to be inside,
                but the line is too long
make me feel like I’m at Venice Beach, instead of here

I saw a sign and thought of you: hot sand & hungry girls
you should be here, i’ll never admit it

please don’t leave your email logged into my laptop
my thighs are sticky.


Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Reality Hands, Maudlin House, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human. Visit her site at: stephanievalente.com

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