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ON THE ROAD

Poetry, Suze Kay



The West starts where the rain stops

and when I feel a little wild. Ready

for a cliff around the corner, not just 

with my boots on, but also in the way

that feels like a knife between my teeth. 


Come on, World, give it to me. Make it

make me crazy. Drive me to it and jump

the curb, the shark, whatever grows here

and not back home. I’m getting tired 

of seasons. The rain keeps catching up.


 

Suze Kay is a pastry chef in New Jersey by day and a writer whenever the oven's off. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in HAD, Wasteland Review, Acropolis Journal, and more. She loves liminal spaces, one song on repeat, and her little gray cat, Aura. You can find her on Twitter @suz_chef.

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