SOUTH WILLOW STREET, 7:11PM (BODY) by LAUREN ELMA FRAMENT

i didn’t know my stomach
would become a wallet
for my fingers to pickpocket

or that my hips would become
broken windows with lilacs
sprouting inward

or that my ribs would become
like juts of rock

or that my face would become
a stranger i could’ve sworn

i let in

—–

lauren elma frament is a writer and restless soul living in Manchester, NH. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Fem, Alien Mouth, Pear Drop, The Legendary, Wyvern Lit, and Bone Bouquet, among others. she likes cross-stitching and standing in the front at punk shows.

Vagabond City Literary Journal

Founded in 2013, we are a literary journal dedicated to publishing outsider literature. We publish art, poetry, and creative nonfiction from marginalized creators.