by Keagan Wheat | Sep 25, 2022 | Issue #5, Poetry
Logan unpacks needles, swabs, syringe, bandaidI settle my knee against his thighAs we sit on his Star Wars comforter.He plays Elton John, tiny speakerscompleting ritual._______Alone, I track 26 minute walkwith sagging backpackHawthorne, Montrose,Westheimer....
