One Poem by Robert Beveridge

Bent with Water

One drop falls onto your tongue
metal taste of city treatment
tang of rust beneath.
No good for thirst. You let it
drip onto your chest
darken the grey of your shirt like sweat
until you are cool

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Stickman Review, Roi Fainéamt, and Jimson Weed, among others.

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