Two Poems by Anna Klinger



Bled Dry

I dont see my dancing man
when I gaze upon the stars
the world looks back to me
begging for a fresh start

don't go swim in my oceans
don't pollute my air
I've bled myself out dry
for the love of every man

———

Last Call

i don’t know love without possession 
a place to rest my head
tender and quiet lay me down

i have tasted plastic flesh
i have tended wounds untold 

free are the wretched
it’s my sin

———

Anna Klinger is a barista from Richmond, VA. They write poems and songs sometimes. 

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