some mornings i don't want to put on clothes because i know i'll eventually have to take them off

I’m in a bathrobe
and combat boots

Lines tunnel
into my skin

There are traceable veins
beneath my décolletage

Dark dog hair on
white wool

Green leaves
illuminate the night sky

The smell of the city when it rains

The way I still hate children

We’re on our way for a long time

Erica Brunner grew up in Seattle, WA where she studied at the University of Washington. She recently earned her MFA in poetry from the New School in New York. Erica currently resides and writes in Queens, NY.