Tag Archives: Sarah Pinson

Burrito Poem

Leftover robots crimson burritos Beat poets take Czechoslovakia But there is no Czechoslovakia And there is no we Only the republic of me And the Slovakia of you. Sarah Pinson studies fiction at The New School. The thing she loves … Continue reading

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Bread Poem

I want to write about bread, About how you say I smell like yeast and you think that’s a good thing, About how I ate toast cut into strips blanketed in red jam when I was sick, About raisin bread … Continue reading

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Sun Poem

You did not want to get sunburn so you covered my body with clouds, but I twisted rays round limbs and left you red and raw on rusted sheets of metal that could have been our lives. But I did … Continue reading

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