Taylor Mallay
“The Ritual,” “Setae” and “Elegy for Ernest”
Classic rock crackles around a half-lit room,
scent of sweat exhaled by thick cotton
work shirts, denim salted with cigarette breath.
The bar’s low lights shiver on the skin
of his black leather coat. I linger
on the small god tapping at his chest.
scent of sweat exhaled by thick cotton
work shirts, denim salted with cigarette breath.
The bar’s low lights shiver on the skin
of his black leather coat. I linger
on the small god tapping at his chest.