By Phoenix Tesni
the phone rings, and / we
are hallucinating in leather / jackets and
ball gowns. / there’s bicycles, three / white
men with dirty lies / on the tip of their
tongues that they tainted / us with.
we’re in venice today; a little girl / runs,
and breezes away like the gods are / calling
out / to her. you smile and say, i wish / we
could hear them too. / the sun spits / onto
the city, the gravel unfolds
and a half torn / jute bag fries up /
on the ground, like it was meant to / be.
all the love songs, / like a piece of brie,
melting / into her mouth, shattering /
carnations, all in damnation / with promises
and words / while the carnival
stops, the people freeze, / and it’s just you
and me, and our lives / colliding
to create entire galaxies in themselves.
Phoenix Tesni (she/her) is a 22 year old self-proclaimed artist & poet from New Delhi. She has works published or forthcoming in diphthong lit, Morning Fruit Magazine, hand picked poetry, Verum Literary Press, tigers zine, and elsewhere. When Phee isn’t writing, she likes to practice falling in love with life over and over again. You can find her on Twitter as @PhoenixTesni or on her website
