We drove from East 91st Street and 2nd Avenue
All the way to your place in the middle of Brooklyn
The night gay marriage was legalized.
The Manhattan skyli...
Lauren sat cross-legged in a plastic lawn chair in the backyard of her parents’ house, her arm dangling over the side. There had been a storm the night before, ...
she must submerse herself in everything
happiness in small joys is an impossibility
she must fall so deeply within any emotion
that she loses herself and for...
every night the backyard of the hookah lounge
next door used to fill up with the usual crowd
loudly enjoying the world and its splendors
long past midnight....
Left Pong Paddle stared across the parking lot through the windshield of its ‘13 Toyota Corolla, its iced coffee (almond milk, no sugar) momentarily forgotten. ...
She’s gazing at you
With eyes so vacant
It’s as though her brain
Has begun to unravel
Into a pink flabby
Rope dribbling all the way
Down her throat to the...
Michelle Drozdick is an NYC-based writer with works recommended by the New York Times, Time Out NY, We Heart Astoria, and elsewhere. Publication history includes Maudlin House, Points in Case, Orchard Lea Books, and others.
You can find more of her writing at michelledrozdick.com, or follow her on Twitter at @drozphallic.