Ann Arbortown by Matthew Milia
Ann Arbortown is railroad-warm
With every
Sopping
Stirring glance
And every staircase I could form
Is being
Run-through
By a new prayer stance
You thought he wanted you
For your fawn-neck
Freckled and child-heart
No one protects
No more
Appears on Way Upstate and the Crippled Summer, Pt. 1