Why, Arizona
Sophie Appel
In a dust storm Go down deep
Feet off brakes Just for kicks
Stay buckled Crow angel
I’ll give you Train approaching
a jelly bean Whistle squealing
new boots Rundown
never we knew I’d like to care
never not now about Cassiopeia
and the sky’s end
Old church
new church Why is that
I don’t remember sign crying
sandbag What’s happened
to this town
Nothing satisfying
like bees Mango Tuesdays
Catfish paradise
Exhaust all
possibilities
Oh me oh my
Jazz on let me serve myself
Not sick I wanna look
just pretty like I had
a bad night
Sophie Appel is a poet, curator, & archivist in Oakland, California.