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.

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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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