𝕕Ǘм𝓫 乃𝒾т¢ђ 𝐻Ø𝕦яş

I text the bus
for an automatic reply.

Waiting on you like
summer’s bits of pleasure.

It’s a hot July.
I’m convinced our great undoing

smells like temple moss
and cardamom evenings.

Then your lips get closer,
the bud of your mouth dripping.

Lick my tongue, my belief is this
poetry is prophecy.

Stephanie Valente is a poet, copywriter, and the author of the collection Internet Girlfriend, published by Clash Books. She is at work on a novel. She lives in Brooklyn, New York. @stephaniemariavalente and https://stephanievalente.substack.com