PHOTO BOOTH SHOT
I pressed you against my heart
but my fingers.
I cried a rubber band,
Photo Booth Shot, the pitch of your
my morphed head.
But to check my throat
What a waste,
In paper, there's Spring now,
because one does not know its own mistakes
A question mark at the end of a sentence
Silvia Bonilla is a Saltonstall Foundation for the Arts fellow. She has received scholarships from The Vermont College of Fine Arts and Colgate Writers Conference. Her work has appeared in Green Mountains Review, Rhino, Reed Magazine, Cream City Review, Jet Fuel Review, Pen and Brush, The Puritan, and Cimarron Review. She is the author of An Animal Startled By The Mechanisms Of Life. She holds an MFA in poetry from The New School.
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