Different cities glow different colors in the rain
Throwing up in bathroom stalls
My leather jacket & cold February wind
Shades of black so dark they’re purple
Cities glow different colors in the dark
Night thunderstorms
Ghosts saying Look back come home
The DJ is still smiling
An auditorium full of boys
There’s a short list of people I’ll love forever
When they all marry each other I’ll cry for a long time
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Somewhere there’s a river with my body in it
It glows the color of New York at night that blushing red
It will rot golden as London 3 a.m. rain
All those lamps the sewage the clubbing my body—
Talin Tahajian grew up near Boston. Her poetry recently appeared in Kenyon Review Online, Indiana Review, the London Magazine, Best New Poets 2014, Sixth Finch, Birdfeast, and Columbia Poetry Review. She wrote a chapbook, The smallest thing on Earth (Bloom Books, 2017), and edits poetry for the Adroit Journal. She’s currently a third-year undergraduate student at the University of Cambridge, where she studies English literature. She’s online at talintahajian.com.