Please Pick Up Your Trash
A cigarette bowed from my lips, burnt on one side as I sucked, to even embers. The alley painted with ‘fuck you’ was where I went with my needle, baiting. Sat on a stained mattress to poke and stick a heart and arrow on pink skin exposed by the hole Read more
Elizabeth Dickinson
Elizabeth York Dickinson received her MFA in writing from Sarah Lawrence College. She has work published or forthcoming in Eunoia Review, Picaroon Poetry, Ghost City Press, Riggwelter, and Ink in Thirds among others. She currently resides in Evanston, Illinois. Follow her on Twitter @aworldwanderer.
