BAD GIRLS: Sarah Feeley

BAD GIRLS: SARAH FEELEY

Brooklyn poet, Sarah Feeley, writes unabashedly of love and longing, occasionally weaving in her appetite and thirst. A modern-day M.F.K. Fisher, if Fisher were a young Brooklyn writer and wine lover…


In the place of should

No blueprint,
We grow bolder.
In the place
Of should
We simply stand
And
Are.
The wine reminds us of our bodies' tastes.
Our bodies' tastes have lead us to each other
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In calm,
I ate red Thai rice.
Thought,
Isn't this nice?

A quiet space
For me to think of you in.

By day,
I sip clean rosé,
And my thoughts they slide

To the same spots
Where you touched me.