Calls from a Stranger by Devon RobertsYour Only Art by Genesis Siverio

untitled smoothie shop poem

Kendra Banach

i know i could make a better smoothie at home but i’d rather have a staring contest with your car outside the smoothie shop you work at hiding my face behind my phone and telling myself this is a normal thing to do on a tuesday morning

in the middle of summer we sat on a curb behind the spanish church across from my house to listen to the choir sing and laugh at the way the preacher cried

the gravel made craters on the bottom of my thighs as i breathed in each reason you listed for why we would be better off taking things slow i nodded, maybe too eagerly, faking agreement

in our last texts i told you about how often i burn frozen waffles in the toaster and received no response even though we said we’d stay in touch

so now it’s 11am and i’m perched in my Nissan thinking, which would sound more nonchalant? “banana and strawberry please” or “strawberry and banana” and “yeah i was just in the area”