Overnight They Morph

by | Oct 14, 2025 | Issue Forty-Seven, Poetry

Sometimes the apartment building stairs turn into a luge track, designed for speed, enabling a drunk man to fly right out through the window next to the main door. Sometimes the apartment building stairs turn into a bed, that almost tricks you into thinking it’s a drunk woman’s coffin, until you see her chest move ever so slightly when you beg her to wake up.

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