rosh hashanah services.
my trumpet’s own feast.
at planet fitness
parking lot, you on your phone,
I whistled, you smiled.
I saw you dancing
at club columbus, wanted
to take you to bed.
convenience store aisle,
your denim jacket, smoky.
deep blue eyes. call me.
steam room at the gym,
your towel slipped as you stood up.
I liked what I saw.
sucked you off in the
safeway bathroom, you left once
you came. what’s your name?
picked up cigarettes
you’d dropped, standing in front of
The Pearl, your teeth glowed.
| audrey metzger is a recent college graduate residing in central ohio. she is a cancer sun, and that explains a lot. she collects vintage decorative souvenir plates, drinks wine in the bath, and drives with all the windows down. she writes about sex, sexuality, and womanhood. she can be reached at [email protected]. |