Out of Bed
after Will Kretz
by Oscar Lledo Osborn
We loved like headstones
on a hillside, silent, in
the rain, shivering.
I’d like to hold your
hand, I said, and we shuddered
like uncertain rocks.
We loved like headstones
on a hillside, silent, in
the rain, shivering.
I’d like to hold your
hand, I said, and we shuddered
like uncertain rocks.