Manhattan Love Story by Kyle Hemmings
In city windows, we look like, sad steroidal aliens. To whom do we belong? It’s 5:30 a.m. and wet. I want another cup of coffee, black, no sugar. On a dance floor of spilled liquor and sweat, we acted out our fantasies of white swan heartbreak.
Kyle Hemmings is the author of three chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press). He lives and writes in New Jersey
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