Claire Van Winkle – 2 Poems & 1 Guidebook
I followed that trail
of hogs’ blood to your front door
and never looked back.
Pigheaded Something bled from the old butcher shop dumpster at the top of your hill, but for some reason, I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I followed that trail of hogs’ blood to your front door and never looked back. What I Liked Sitting next to you at the movie theater, trying not to move. Taking turns wearing the Superman pajamas. Sharing a toothbrush. Kissing you in an empty warehouse that seemed so Brooklyn at the time. Watching falling stars from your rooftop, ruining your blanket in the rain. This is just to let you know that I even liked the hair on your chest.
