The Police Won’t Help You, Son

Weeds stem up in the yard, high as shoulders,
high as heads. We pour more than crush;
slip, stick on prickers and sink
into mud – strike blood at the fence
we mount – still, drop to the other side
the elastic road tonight
all shake and tremor
under yellow halogen streetlight.

Grayson Ruyak is an undergraduate at the University of La Verne, studying creative writing and Japanese. Reading and writing have been pivotal to his life for as long as he can remember, and he hopes that through his poetry, readers will be able to find a sense of connection, honesty, and heart.

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