I breathe you in
like someone else’s flowers,
like boat gasoline…
like I know I shouldn’t.
You’ll be the death of me
leaning over a subway platform or
when the sun is high and we only skim
the surface of yesterday’s waves.
Janna Grace lives in a half-glass barn and her work has appeared in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Plastik Magazine, and Red Eft Review, among others. She has pieces forthcoming in Otoliths and Horla and she teaches writing at Rutgers University. Janna is the editor of Lamplit Underground and her debut novel will be published through Quill Press in 2019.