After Freddy • Bethany Price

Town crumbling in cadence with the storm bulging rained-in roofs bow down to royal families At all points the despair settling in waves
where memories sicken love yokes

No finality crawls from the celestial place No bridges to health from broken reveries The mobs don’t feed themselves
killing more roots then forgetting to grow

Fundamental white fences
splintered to murder the neighbors Ruinous hiccups in the money beds
where sex is an apology made over & over

This suburb forgets gold for forlorn fornication & children break heat
across long winded insults
The wind moans louder than the injured

Bethany Price