I WAS MELTING by GRAHAM IRVIN 09.05.201709.05.2017 by vagabondcitypoetry swallowing mini beads from my fingerprint barefoot in sand and piss the true beach life her chest collapsed bus drivers held her feet to heaven downtown the Presbyterian lord caught fire in architecture angels’ wings lifted by the smoke and I love to be fucked by one of two ambulance drivers get a handjob in the BP parking lot where we agreed to meet. Today NPR woke up to news the last panda was dead we’ve all been in love and overweight and blurred the unemployment line Graham Irvin is a writer from North Carolina. His work can be found at Tenderness, Yea; New Bile; and The Tusk. He is also on twitter @MadeOfAntz. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Tags: graham irvin issue 23 poetry vagabondcitypoetry Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.