Two Poems by Sarp Sozdinler
The sky is no place to brood.
I feel desperate, yet a bird says.
Desperate as fuck, says another.
So desperate, says the first bird.
The clouds are obvious.
So are the stars.
So they said.
So are the stars.
So they said.
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I watched a lizard do pushups on the hood of a dead Buick
The air smelled like fertilizer and Febreze
My name felt borrowed, like someone else’s shoes
In the backyard the pool was a blue lie full of leaves
A rooster paced the fence line like a security guard
A roadside sign read God was just a fine customer service representative
My brother stole copper from a haunted house
And planted them in our backyard
The night was thick with mosquito rizz
Our neighbors argued through drywall to a Madonna song
I drank from the hose and tasted pennies and algae
Somewhere a train horn practiced being a ghost
The stars looked like cigarette burns in a cheap ceiling
I kept thinking rain is just well-advertised water
The air smelled like fertilizer and Febreze
My name felt borrowed, like someone else’s shoes
In the backyard the pool was a blue lie full of leaves
A rooster paced the fence line like a security guard
A roadside sign read God was just a fine customer service representative
My brother stole copper from a haunted house
And planted them in our backyard
The night was thick with mosquito rizz
Our neighbors argued through drywall to a Madonna song
I drank from the hose and tasted pennies and algae
Somewhere a train horn practiced being a ghost
The stars looked like cigarette burns in a cheap ceiling
I kept thinking rain is just well-advertised water
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